Purple Hill

hey! we've been staring at walls and drinking way too much lucky. we've been dreaming of the eternal boner. forced to hide christmas presents in our beards cause there are no more good hiding spots. we should all get together, and have a maple syrup bacon drenched breakfast party. we will cook it up good and supply the music. maybe the band will show up with acoustics and paper towels. someone must tend to the Q tipless ear drums and the greasy stick cheeks. mr. allen all puckered and ready for war. HA! mr. maynard ripping into a couple cry baby solo's. HA! bruce? he's the most professional out of us all. we are very lucky to have his pessimism. long live sheriff bruce. HA! don't let it get ya down buddy. sooner or later they'll be a ripe one right under your nose. look at shepherd. he's so fucking hilarious with all those notes scattered about his vintage keys. key away my friend, key away. HA! and then there's the so called captain. el presidente. a song writer who never knows what key he's in. spazzing away into a hitchcock frenzy. I GOT YA NOW MINNIONS. HA! put your hood on leon. (leon is one of my minnions) you don't want to hear this puckerd cry baby banter, we're swimming in a sea of notes and the captain has no deck hands. we're all smashing and raging at one another. what!? what are you saying you hooded bastard!...you have what? you want to push buttons? okay, go ahead. we're gonna go and drown in our foolish sounds. Yeah, yeah YEAH. help yourself to the bacon. just make sure you leave enough maple syrup for mr. allens puckered lips.it was months later before i saw that hooded bastard. mr. leon taheny? you know him? Owa......really? i must inform mr. allen. his lips are very puckered. he's been walking around with a cold towel over his mouth now for months. it's quite embarassing. do you know what taheny did with the syrup? really! does that feel good? huh. you learn something new everyday. HA! it was months before i saw that hooded bastard. mr. leon taheny? do you know him? great guy. he came running up behind me and said" owen! darkness; it ain't hard to come by these days. but you my friend. you have been born to flesh." he handed me a cd and ran away leaving a trail of maple syrup behind him. it was a band by the name of purple hill and the album seemed to be called "i was born to flesh" i wanted to know more so i followed the syrup trail. i found myself in the middle of trinity bellwoods with a mysterious cd and an empty bottle of maple syrup, leons drunken footsteps tracking away westward in the snow.