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This is not so much an FOS
Brothers, more of an ode to the vividness and imagination of review writers.
(You get some heavy weird copy guys) Help! FOS Something is
tipping it up Something
somewhat ethereal Somehow spooked, I feel sortof
stoned This is
wonderfully jerky With a
threatening edge I sense a hint of
the unusual Scorching the
memory banks And taking no
prisoners Creating waves Of white heat
energy Face-lifting off
into Twin Peaks like twilight zones. Like Frank Zappa
‘off’ acid When all this
talking’s over We will reel
without reason I’m stuck in this
night visit Life left me
standing Panther like bass
stalking, With an ambient
back drop, In the dreams of
a sadist Rocking like
crazy I’m rocked up
reflective Relaxed among
ravings Something is
tapping the lower extremities Stunning Shining Twisting the
morals compulsively Take a jig down
this dark alley Twisting you
spinally Feel the full
glare of the atmosphere Grumblingly
prowling Through society’s
alleyways Forwardly forging Help Torture Never
Stops’ FOS FOS FOS (Time for
another?) FOS YES It’s the FOS Brothers |
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