The ghoul will always seek solitude from the
Maybe under dropping shade like Alpine
or on a mountaintop ashram like some
washed up beat clown.
Yep, the ghouls like to take cover.
I found sever degrees of solitude rhrough
the years in the form of Rochester
upstate New York.
Home of Nick Tahou's Garbage Plate.
First came that ratfucker Schaubroeck, what
a wondrous douche.
Then there was the late, great free
noise/improv ball buster, and cigra chomper,
Seems like Rochester spews forth untamed
be it for your tastebuds or your earhole.
Then there is my current crush,
three sturdy goons called PENGO.
These guys probably had Armand straight
from the teat,
and shit, who knows how many Garbage
Plates they have pigged down in their time.
And how many roastings did they take from
the might Cross
probably half cut at the Bug Jar?
These psych heathens have suckled, gorged
and took it in the ear, on and from the best.
Three sturdy goons. (...)
* Απόσπασμα από το Brain Full O F Lizards του Dylan Nyoukis στο άλμπουμ των Pengo Toadstools Among The Tombstones