Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
Once the song of angels started, she floated away to the point where she was too far gone, even though I had said, "I want you - take me to your heart." The misunderstanding led me to feel like familiarity breeds contempt, and unfortunately, it's all around: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 4/28/17.
The worker, model worker, used brute fury to deliver the affectionate punch at the carnival. Deutscher girls are only loved at night, for young moderns in glass houses, in this beautiful world: Kryptic Pop Thrills from
The lion's space song is even better than song for junior and dance song '97 combined. Why? Because love spreads, and when we unite, I let love in: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 4/14/17 - bonus Nineties edition.
During the walk, we saw several girls galore, got lost in the supermarket, saw a reptile, and realized that home is where the heart is. So we put hand in glove and grabbed a kissed out red floatboat to take us back: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 4/7/17.
The watermelon man was preaching the blues while he was hanging on the telephone. Simultaneously, the voodoo idol said that there's too many creeps, heebie jeebie style, within the blue spark of bad America: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 3/31/17 - Jeffrey Lee Pierce Tribute Show.
We were running with the boss sound from Hammersmith to Tokyo and back, but were particul'y int'rested in Lindy's party the whole time. You don't believe in headclouds, but we all know they are the great leveller: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 3/24/17.
When my blue eyes see red skies, one thing leads to another and I start collecting future ghosts to send the magick down; really, I just want to have something to do: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 3/3/17.
Dr. Mabuse prescribed, "Just give 'em whiskey, and then they'll work for love." I tend to agree: even though you hurt me, I still want you to follow me to every big city, because I wanna be adored; especially after the whiskey, that's when it's worth it: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 2/17/17.
On this sunny day, I had all kinds of crazy dreams and high ideas - boy, boy, boy, it was my time! But, unfortunately, the tales from the riverbank kept saying that this is bad America with its colluding oligarchs, and sure enough, suddenly my city was gone: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 2/10/17.
I was desperate, but not serious, when I realized accidents never happen - it's all nostalgia playing off of starting something I couldn't finish, blood and roses style. It was tough to figure out whether the apex was 5-8-6 or 623: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 2/3/17.
