::Fish, Chips and Whisky. To the home of English Rock
we sought the affirmation of a flight, the comprehension from the top, the perfection of the horizon...
Because this place will never return our souls to our bodies, and our souls and bodies are leaving, living a revolution while being guests at Queen's Elizabeth...
getting high in English dreams, fish, chips and whiskey! driving on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London.
Ladies and Gentleman I feel the need to move again, to love again (into my own world again) dignified, invisible, free, loved, without pressure.
Peter and I will discover the home of great Rock 'n Roll in old English jukeboxes while drinking Scotishblood... Whisky.
Exist is to create our own existence.
England and Scotland for the two of us.
a la Snatch:Avi:
Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.
See you soon.
.:Lo wrote this at: 8:08 AM:.