Over The Wire Pt. 2

There's blowing fog in Portland. I've been listening to The Stranglers. It's late and the housemates are asleep. As good as the New Model Army show in this town was these pictures from Germany are more amazing yet. The waning moon is riding high tonight in November. I'm dreaming of European towns and piss stained rave clubs, transit and languages. Traffic and silence. Over and over 'til everything is gone.