Ah, the beautiful poetry of Christian Tanna. It's now 5:18 and finally, my bed is calling - so the pages have lyrics, but that's it. I'll come back and spruce them up. You can see his lyrical style changes as we go alon, maybe he's getting more comfortable - the latter ones certainlty have a lot more complexity. But they're all pretty damn good. Ugh. I can't thik of anything funny to say - that means it's bed time.

The Mothers Levitate Rain Will Fall So Gently We Go Not Quite Sonic Production Lost My America No One Undone Basketball And the Experience The Universe in You

Like A Girl One More Astronaut Another Sunday Three Days Old Used to be Allright Shortcut to Moncton Pisser Raspberry Songburst and Delerium Sense of Henry Earth, Sky, & C.

Love Your Starfish All Awake Gargantua When Did You Get Back From Mars Summertime in the Void Good for Sale Cloud Pump Blacksox Autumn on Drugs My Beautiful Deep End

Like The Sun

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