Yesterday, I was working in my yard when I saw a possum
Swinging in the foothills and he was old and beat up and hobbling
I got a closer look and his foot was mangled
I was woken up earlier by what I thought was a cat tangle
But it was him who got it bad from the cat that night
He moved slowly down the hill when he slipped under the fence
I propped myself up to check him out and he found nook under the air conditioner
I pointed him out to Caroline and she crouched down and he was shaking and full of fear
And when she stood up, I asked, "Baby, why are you crying?"
She said, "Because he's cute and he's down there and he's dying"
I went up to my room and I got a call from Justin
He was in San Francisco and Godflesh was playing
Caroline drove me halfway there where I met Tony
And we drove to the city and we parked out in front of the DNA
Justin and us, we had some laughs and we took photographs backstage
And our guts were protruding in all of them and we just kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
And when Godflesh took the stage, Tony and I, we stood there floored
Drum machines hammered and feedback blazed
And for a moment, everybody grew silent
While Justin tuned his guitar; like a church, it got so quiet
Just for a minute, and then they all soared together
Like a car off a cliff, they crashed and burned over and over and again and again
They threw hard vicious guttural B-flats that shook their opponent
Like a tough Roberto "Hands of Stone" Durán, seventh round
Davey Moore June 16, 1983
Godflesh shook the ramp that night like an early Mark “Gator” Rogowski
Justin lunged at the mic like a hungry great white
He was on fire, giving everything he had and killing it that night!
Tearing at his prey and then it came to a screeching halt
A relentless and beautiful and glorious 70 minute assault
And then he bowed down and set his seven string electric guitar down
And it screeched to holy hell and they disappeared and off went the crowd
Swinging in the foothills and he was old and beat up and hobbling
I got a closer look and his foot was mangled
I was woken up earlier by what I thought was a cat tangle
But it was him who got it bad from the cat that night
He moved slowly down the hill when he slipped under the fence
I propped myself up to check him out and he found nook under the air conditioner
I pointed him out to Caroline and she crouched down and he was shaking and full of fear
And when she stood up, I asked, "Baby, why are you crying?"
She said, "Because he's cute and he's down there and he's dying"
I went up to my room and I got a call from Justin
He was in San Francisco and Godflesh was playing
Caroline drove me halfway there where I met Tony
And we drove to the city and we parked out in front of the DNA
Justin and us, we had some laughs and we took photographs backstage
And our guts were protruding in all of them and we just kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
And when Godflesh took the stage, Tony and I, we stood there floored
Drum machines hammered and feedback blazed
And for a moment, everybody grew silent
While Justin tuned his guitar; like a church, it got so quiet
Just for a minute, and then they all soared together
Like a car off a cliff, they crashed and burned over and over and again and again
They threw hard vicious guttural B-flats that shook their opponent
Like a tough Roberto "Hands of Stone" Durán, seventh round
Davey Moore June 16, 1983
Godflesh shook the ramp that night like an early Mark “Gator” Rogowski
Justin lunged at the mic like a hungry great white
He was on fire, giving everything he had and killing it that night!
Tearing at his prey and then it came to a screeching halt
A relentless and beautiful and glorious 70 minute assault
And then he bowed down and set his seven string electric guitar down
And it screeched to holy hell and they disappeared and off went the crowd
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