Puttering in the piazza, heterogeneous deities
flocking around balustrades, lingering in the porticus
and wandering for eternities on the way to their sphinx
to add the fractal fronds, fractal fronds, magnificent rack of.
Wandering deities pass through
spectacular colonnades
flying foxes.
And after the fronds are carved
we'll meet upon the bemarbled belvedere
and we will go flying foxes
yeah we'll go flying foxes
bring a libation and sunglasses.
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.
Only just learned of ‘Singin’ to God’ and have been listening to it on repeat - alternating with Tim Smith’s original - every day for the last week. What a beautiful tribute to him and so brilliantly executed. Hats off to all involved in this breathtaking recreation. A real achievement. thsmusic