After almost two weeks of the best autumn surf Sydney has served up for years, its time to regain some pop sensibility.
Its full of energy and I have a suspicion its too hot in places but I’m still draining a week of saltwater from my head.

I went out (briefly) with a girl who seemed to do nothing else but watch TV.
At first I marveled at her ivory white skin against my tan (under the TV couch blanket) but then I realised that she hadn’t seen the sunlight for months.
Next full moon I’d be quietly sleeping and she’d drain my blood.

RT’s recent elephant riverdance made me dust off the sitar (just for the chorus).
The cowbell bits for Panu who I know always wants more of this in the mix.
You just can’t take me anywhere (but here!)

I’m having a creative explosion right now, 3 new songs in 3 hours, so lock up your daughters.
I’m such a pop slut.

Scomber 2009
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