Wings - "Tomorrow"

I don't always want to write. Neither do you, I'm sure. Sometimes you'd just rather not do some of the things you like to do, I know that. I'm sure McCartney doesn't always want to be fucking catchy as hell. But this song makes me want to write. It makes me want to write about giving all my stuff away, and about a thousand different people and things. A fire chief eating a breakfast of only toast and butter to watch his weight. An old frog, like a bullfrog, who keeps going to the same lily pad every day because he saw another frog he liked there one day and doesn't know what else to do. A bubble, an actual bubble, that covers "Tomorrow" by Wings. The bubble is wearing a lush purple velvet robe, like a king would wear or the bubble version of James Brown. I don't think any of these things, be they stories or poems or scripts or outlines, thought webs, would be any good, but it makes me want to, and that, Mr. Rainbow*, is enough for me. [Buy]
*Mr. Rainbow is my name for "readers" while "Tomorrow" is playing.

Eddy Current Suppression Ring - "Colour Television"

If I've left some door open, a crack in a window, or if I've not repaired some pipes, then forgive me, but this is an infestation, a take-over. It's come up from the floor somehow, like rising water, or bugs even. It's covered me, it's under my skin, swirling up inside my head. Plus it sounds like The Headstones so, you know, muscle memory and all that. [comes out in september]