Scat Cloud was a singer with a blank mind, bacon rind, middle finger, Portuguese Porcupine. She sat in a huddle, a square root cuddle with a Lemonade Lollipop. She wanted what wanted when she wanted it. The world was a scratch card, a Lollard, a lottery. She loved luxury, Lucius and lusciousness. She studied anthropology, antediluvian psychology, reggae and biology without sweat or any kind of apology. She minced her words with herbs absurd and sang so loud a universe unfurled. Scat Card Scat Card, where have you been, suntanned, naked, mean and lean, you could have been born in a Beatle-boom-dream.....
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Scat Cloud
Scat Cloud
Scat Cloud was a singer with a blank mind, bacon rind, middle finger, Portuguese Porcupine. She sat in a huddle, a square root cuddle with a Lemonade Lollipop. She wanted what wanted when she wanted it. The world was a scratch card, a Lollard, a lottery. She loved luxury, Lucius and lusciousness. She studied anthropology, antediluvian psychology, reggae and biology without sweat or any kind of apology. She minced her words with herbs absurd and sang so loud a universe unfurled. Scat Card Scat Card, where have you been, suntanned, naked, mean and lean, you could have been born in a Beatle-boom-dream.....
Text by Trev Teasdel
Scat Cloud was a singer with a blank mind, bacon rind, middle finger, Portuguese Porcupine. She sat in a huddle, a square root cuddle with a Lemonade Lollipop. She wanted what wanted when she wanted it. The world was a scratch card, a Lollard, a lottery. She loved luxury, Lucius and lusciousness. She studied anthropology, antediluvian psychology, reggae and biology without sweat or any kind of apology. She minced her words with herbs absurd and sang so loud a universe unfurled. Scat Card Scat Card, where have you been, suntanned, naked, mean and lean, you could have been born in a Beatle-boom-dream.....
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