St. Gregory Orange's lyrics & chords

Maybe this could have been a comic book. Only I'm no Adrian Tomine, no Daniel Clowes. Or maybe a Vincent Gallo indebted, slow-pan encumbered short film, crowned with self-conciously lengthy dry-tounged dialogue that tries ever so hard not to progress the narrative or anything as worthy as that. Only none of my friends'd hold the camera straight. So it is a record. A Kind-Of-Pop record. A Document too (and "there, I said it. I said the Dee-word"). A collage of a few things that happened and far more that probably didn't. I can't really remembe...read more