Author: Guy Howie

A breathless chorus.

A colourful shower.

“You’re a book I have read.”

“Not tryin’ to cause a big s-s-sensation.”

“She drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.”

Singers for the Dead.

“They all seem to know you.”

“There was no vocal.”

It was time to kick out the prog rock.

A family tragedy…

“He’s gone, and that’s it.”

“Then she turned to go.”