Tuesday, 12 January 2016


Cut Up.

You ought to Single out the people you’ll share vinyl with
The ones you’ll dance around your kitchen when you can

Listening to albums in a house with no grown-ups
Dyeing your hair to stand in the drizzle down town
our clothes are feeling elegant when we come home from school
looking for bootleg tapes,
from your glamorous older sister
now they are finite as you get older
It's the only thing he never was before

There’s gnomic laughter at the changes we never managed,
the people we haven't been yet
and there’s no telling who you'll be friends with
but keep on making good work
be massively symbolic with your homemade covers,
your lousy sound, your giddy crowd noise
but the weirdest thing will be
feeling like an outtake

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