MARCH 2008:
we have decided to stop being a band for at least the foreseeable future. the last two shows will be on march 12th at om'pu, playing an acoustic set, and at liberté on the 15th, both in the kallio area of Helsinki. more information at our blog - horseandhounds.blogspot.com
volume 3: sinister vänster back in stock now with brand new inserts and all paintings by the band. no piss or blood, sorry. if you would like some piss and / or blood and / or one of these records, please send an email to athleticarmsÄTgmailDÖTcom. price is 3 euros +1e postage (depending where you live)
Inside the moss of bacteria grown war
the children are poisoned first.
The tigers reduce their nutrition to cereals,
polar bears chew mentos
in the painted and moving metal-made tubes,
furnished shells and air-conditioned tin cans
that move to keep the ones travelling dormant,
and the ones travelling could as well use coffins for transportation,
and the ones using coffins could as well be exhibited
as repairable, plural mimicry waiting to be restored
to its former incarnations.
The freshmakers have all left town.
We arrived at an airport,
across its lips crawled a giant city
fevered by its black libido,
a red grape, soon to be turned violet,
blending intensely with eight surrounding colours,
playing a Dog playing dead to have
a snicker
a linger
as a lion
with its teeth on its little finger.
There, at her waist we felt a postponed
microwave dinner's slow digestion beginning
at the shops a microsomatic neuroverb took place
at the hide of the dens of particular animals,
lenses glowing from other than suns light
because it was a scandal and scandals
happen and are pictured at night.
Her mouth opened and sun-rays beamed in its
beak inside its teeth lay a muscular verb:
a handle to hold on, one that would cease to error,
error in the way suns attached to the moon and the moon
to yellow and marshmallows and mist to shit and this is
it.
Voiceless, coiled in light of no color
a vast mimicry.
Those vile in this den are systems in the people of the button.
People of the button stay fresh and so clean, clean
as tigers and cats, the way empty cans clank in midnight alleyways,
stay pureë, curare.
aircrash @ Lönnrothsgatan, into a road a plane among the vehicles (fast), smoke fills early afternoon sky, having not much else to do, and you there, not moving very much. a blueprint of grey blockss suddenly awaken in the middle + judas & dismal gestas hanging all over trees in western-movies minus marlon brando or any other stony-face-dead-man-men. be it heaven or hell, tell me what lies between the cars, the plane and street. so.. wallhole street & a russian man shouting continuously over other loud stuff, you cut in half. i was sorry to see that. - and as we stumble across lost secrets, i wonder will you know how dear i hold this? that you're there, my darling, with me walking-On that eve of summer’s, every eve and adam were together entwined, tired, definition worn lovers, cursing beneath soaken covers. my silent phone with without, i’d be out there somewhere. Distance and the distant wallowing clouds as they were, somewhere above Turkey, as a kid.
anxious titles appear, with chill and frost they peer into the lilywhite. oddly reworking their way out in chemistry of trend-issues weekly determining how to skin a grown human. you really should get dressed. the issue is new york skyscrapers are found in waste-disposal burning alight - you're surrounded and it's not but not humid at all...
not shouting anything familiar at all with those chords at you, caroline, it was four girls, mean cruel ones, anything but abrams or rampaging written for bass, a sequence of tenses, missiles in tents, relaxed and tensed, muscles and joints
not my fault
foucault
savage is their nature, these beasts and silences, several links are discovered, similarities between species, ancestral crystallisation etc. or actually avoiding them as history repeats itself: think about the dialogue in your head, you can observe the mouths and jaws moving throughout not being a lip-kisser - andrew was seemingly stunned by the way his uncle treated his aunt although it was revealed to him afterwards in bed. this kind of sensing can be improved to a faster mode; think of horses: they act seven times faster than man; think of horse-societies where wars would happen seven times faster, would it speed up the evolution of a community? would they experience rock-bottom faster and return to horse-democracy?
fem: du behöver inte vara alles vän.
fuck! misfortune is torture. stay pureé. curare. rhythm dis)section: rural pole activities, nork and sout, split by the end of december. others did other things. played stringed instruments (broken) and piano (steinway)
9-piece experimental pop group, aa blog here
