Her voice,
rich and deep,
with a croak in it
like a frog's,
is caught in my ears
like seaweed
between
the teeth
of a mermaid,
like grass
between
the toes
of an elephant,
like a man
discovered
between
the thighs
of his lover.
Oh yeah!
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I was sitting at home this week watching the kombies and open-backed lorries go past, cram-full of excited singing girls on their way to...
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I came across this old photo the other day. It's of Whitney Houston in traditional Swazi clothing. I don't remember when this was......
HAROLD BUDD: go in peace
Harold Budd Back in the 70s I had a friend called Howard, who lived in Wimbledon village, and we met regularly to listen to and discuss ou...
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