Crane in the Splendour Spleen

And if you shoegaze long enough into folk, neo-soul will gaze back. Neo-soul is all stars and stripes so when it gazes into Sphinx cat, stripping and watching the stars naked is inevitable. So is pondering about the Moon while doing it. Thinking about Mani. Money. Dead presidents. Dad precedents. No earlier event to follow for Anubis was never there. Only Bastet was. Only Cat was. No Dog so mother and daughter grew up with no buck. Then Dog came back ‘from the dead’ to claim Sphinx as his dog. He was barking up the wrong tree. Sphinx was determined to be the riddle that Anubis could never solve, like Tom. Bombadil not Voldemort. Good and evil are Tom so Jerry is irrelevant, cold like Siberian sex and no warm blooded person wants that so shun the mouse and choose Rats instead for they are Hot like Zappa’s 69. The year that Uncle Meat was baked and Trout Mask Replica was fished out and while on Trout Mask Replica, half of those who listen think to it think it’s shit and not just shit but Merde and that’s not just French shit but a Monsieur. They linked by far more than blood and that’s the green, the very same green that links them to a wizard from long ago. Merlin’s the name but before he was Merlin he was Myrddin and that is shit but luckily, shit grew up to be a druid who’s all for the green. Spiritual descendants got that green too like a captain whose heart is beef with the green suit jacket which Monsieur Merde also wears. All three are affected by the green. All are shit, shit, shit like the sides of a triangle. Add the angles and you’ll get the 180. To be straight with you, they all mad. Merlin in the true sense of the word, Merde cause he’s merde and Beefheart cause he was made an alien when he wore the trout mask.