10°C, penetrating rain this afternoon.no real wind.
Hands still stained with black: oil, rubber and aluminium corrosion, that stuff doesn’t want to wash out.
iPod Classic: possible sound quality improvement on the square Nano. Not sure yet, they need comparing with a wide range of music.
Bright Yellow Gun
With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
To keep me tame
Keep me awake
I have nothing to offer but confusion
And the circus in my head
And the middle of the bed
In the middle of the night
With your bright silver frown
You own the town
And I think I need a little poison
I have no secrets
I have no lies
I have nothing to offer
But the middle of the night
And I think you need a little poison
You leak one apple a week to survive
And you still have to ask if you’re alive
You have nothing to offer
But police my dreams
Keep me clean
Keep me awake
With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
With your bright silver grin
You own sin
And I think I need a little poison
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
To keep me tame
Keep me awake
I have nothing to offer but confusion
And the circus in my head
And the middle of the bed
In the middle of the night
With your bright silver frown
You own the town
And I think I need a little poison
I have no secrets
I have no lies
I have nothing to offer
But the middle of the night
And I think you need a little poison
You leak one apple a week to survive
And you still have to ask if you’re alive
You have nothing to offer
But police my dreams
Keep me clean
Keep me awake
With your bright yellow gun
You own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
With your bright silver grin
You own sin
And I think I need a little poison
Bright yellow gun
~Throwing Muses
Micycle 
Random props from another big time Kristin Hersh/Throwing Muses fan. With nothing to offer but confusion.
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Aye, Throwing Muses are timeless, I’m re-playing a neglected back-catalogue which has stood the test of time very well.
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