Jacqui Thewless - Apocalypse

Jacqui Thewless - Apocalypse

in council houses br and manicured estates - br imagine whistles! br br conducted by wind br the chill shriek of the first notes br like any banshee! br br Hark! I hear a flute br they say, Krishna's returning - br everything's at stake! br br our armies br are terrified - br bag-pipe airs and brass-band br anthems ricochet br br br instead of gunfire. br sax riffs rip up br banks and sergeants br and road-workers br br drill to the rhythm br of clarinets. br do people br change their tune br or do ears hear differently? – br a cappella br br vocals shift pitch. br br football fans roar like piccolos, br grannies natter like bassoons; br lovesongs sound like br alpenhorns - br and when the saints come marching in br they blow br kazoos.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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