Dean Moriarty, Sal Paradise and Marylou - Slate mp3 torrent

Rough demos from a rushed recording session.



Vocals: Jonathan Banks
Acoustic Guitar: Jonathan Banks
Bass Guitar: Kate Franklin
Electric Guitar: Sam Covill
Lyrics: Jonathan Banks


Slate.

Scatter cushions
and pot pourri,
brick walls
for all to see,
ignoring words
of singing and
caged brids.

Pictures hang
they hide the damp,
not the dead sound
of the door
that's heard
on all three floors,
it stops the laughter
and calls a name,
the bird shit on
the window frame,
all ears to the wall
hear a whole town fall.

Unspeakable things
lie on her face,
a child sings
by the fireplace,
national flags fly
like plastic bags,
empty all
and a waste.