Hit Parade Manifesto

"I had no money, no friend, I was no count, but I had the music,' 60s crude, raw sounds"

1. The hit parade will be lyrically oriented. There will be a lack of allusions to the music's 'sparseness.'
2. The hit parade will be embarrassing.
3. The hit parade is a world of love and flowers.



1. Sophie (Goodshirt). 1 May 2002.

She's just so sweet so fine
So polite too
Sophie I'd like to be for you
But the only only way I know takes so long
So long

'She's just so sweet so fine, so polite too.' This is a clear reference to girls who have long, straight, shiny hair, and who don't speak unless they're spoken to. It's not often that this is seen as an act of will - a virtue. I don't exactly mean that it's a moral virtue; I mean that it's a virtue of the will to impose yourself on the world in this drugless, blushing way.

This band lacks a programme; they're fairly genreless; this lack of thought-outed-ness doesn't lend itself to manifestoes and marketing, let alone merchandising, but at least their fuzzy-headededness suggests sincerity.

I would like to kiss the singer (on the cheek), but not the rest of the band, whom I don't exactly trust. I would like to thank him for explicitly referring to the difficulties, the agonies, the murderousness of patience, to its lack of rewards and to the pain that people engaged in a torturous act of patience share with each other.



Zed

Jesus is the defender of the weak





That boy's font face! Attributed* with scars by merciful blessed Jesus.

*Yes.

The poetry of Hinton Battle, my friend.