Just home from a wonderful afternoon.
Took the Hardman and the Lola-cat up to the local pub for a dose of bad beer, bad food, and terribly amatuer country music (with an electronic drumset)
Then spent some time in the park, playing with planes and birds and slides, and a boy who was surrounded by invisible buttons. I kid you not.
Now I am cleaning up the kitchen while the Hardman dances to ‘Falling Yaks‘. That makes me smile for more than one reason.
Falling Yaks.
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fleet foxes music was describe to me by someone who said “hoboes in boxcars on moonshine sing horoscope tales inspired by the beach boys mournfully” falling yaks were not mentioned…
invisible buttons?
yes, vetti – invisible buttons. surrounded by them.
you could write some damn fine lyrics about a boy surrounded by invisible buttons – tho who knows when you’ll find the time…
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