A Supper from Dew-Wet by Tom Moody and Rik Irvine

I don’t have to talk to you unless you really need me to.
No pleasantries and conversation expected for the trip’s duration.

I don’t have to talk to you unless you really need me to.
The closer we get to the destination, the further away I wish we could be.

It takes one eye to know one eye, it takes 2 roots to tangle, my triangle is a slice of pi.
Three points won for one.

They take all your currency away.
I don’t travel well.
When you’re abroad they take your money away, not to just buy stuffs.
I don’t travel well.
We can’t afford to go somewhere sunny, stay at home, turn on the big light, up for an hour, while it’s still daylight, what will the neighbours say?
Oh such decadence!
I can hear.
I can see planes.
I don’t trust airplanes.
I don’t travel well.
When you’re abroad you can’t blame the weather.

• Alternative
• Punk
• grunge
• math rock.
• pop rock
• post-punk
• London