The Weird， Wild Wonderful World Of Tony Potts - The Monochrome Set

The Weird, Wild Wonderful World Of Tony Potts - The Monochrome Set
Something gets me
As the spark goes across the ignition
Sprinkle shot ends
On the new ten by tens and the rough spool
Four pressed in vain every shutter stop and grain
Two o'clock early arousing asphyxia our rig zap
Chocolate shake and the pen remains reversal precast
Might strike my town but it wasn't that way inclined
Firebird I'm going to start on a gamble
Sprocket frame lines out if all fails
Moon hour
Round about noon caught a girl
In a fudge bar restaurant
Led off a wild herd all black splashes
With an old mustang
V and m plus s double
And four eighths try s
Making the world take a slap
On that form of cassette man
Think I'll be winding a dark spool
And gleaming a tall flood
Fate how fading double headed eight number is
Firebird I'm holding thinner black lines
Spacing depending on bald tall men
Air frame that produces a liquid thought much of
By the swaying of the gloom something wicked persuades us
Hurls it at a gun shutter speed to make light spun
Now about earth call this thing markers
In camera running
Show you're less angry your art casts
A shadow so different
Round the roof tops now look up
Firebird I'm holding fast to ashes
Patent polyester on sale bread slam