black black bulldog
when love and failure are basically the same thing
cosmic dream radio, Episode 2
A radio poem about true love. Where'd you lose that blasted key?
what on earth was I thinking?
"True love has not, as far as I know, been compared by the poets to a bulldog. Yet it has the same sort of grip." --Rebecca West.
sing, woman, sing. deer crash through windows. hell hounds want to play. this crappy bar? you've been here before. nothing's changed. let's turn this basement into a club. everyone's looking for someplace to go.