There are some nifty ideas in here — the clockface/record, in particular. I hope someone steals them and uses them on a better-made cover.
There are some nifty ideas in here — the clockface/record, in particular. I hope someone steals them and uses them on a better-made cover.
See, you can’t jump the track;
We’re like cars on a cable,
And time’s like an LP clock
On a turntable.
No one cares if fire melts steel, troofer boy,
So cradle your head in your hand,
And breathe…
Just breathe…
Likee mucho.
Does anyone know what that thing in the middle is?
Besides old farts like me, that is.