Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
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.
On the 15th, let's decide to live it up, do-or-die style. Either we're a canary in a coal mine, missing in action, or we are left-of-center, and all that jazz - this is the Saturday Night Special!
Kryptic Pop Thrills from 1/27/17.
Even though I know love will tear us apart, I still love her all the time; her angel face is always everywhere that I'm not, which is why I give her a video! Kryptic Pop Thrills from 1/20/17. Pic from the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, 1/14/17.
In a criminal world, the D.J. felt like a cracked actor. It was 1984, and all the supermen and cat people were continually badgering, "Let me sleep beside you," even though they were as prickly as a cactus: Bowie Birthday Bonanza from 1/8/17.
The bombers in Warsaw caused fear in the western world under deadly skies, but I feel alright because I just need myself; in this big house. it's nothing but love in a void: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 1/6/17
I'm a pioneer, alone in a cavern, on 28/8/78... or was it October? Even though everyone says it's early days yet, I feel like I'm the king of the beat; I run it, like "D-D-Bo!" Kryptic Pop Thrills from 12/30/16.
Since there's a scent of rain in the air, and I've never had no one ever, you can just take me, I'm yours - even though you're a dangerous type. What is love, anyway, when I just feel like I fade away and radiate: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 12/23/16.
