Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across the bar, Ami was flicking through her notebook of songs and lyrics, glancing at the empty glass and empty seat opposite her. They would have to play fucking Idlewild at the end of a breakup. Fuck it. It was done. Call me a fucking bitch. Prick.Continue reading “Last Dance”
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The Edge of the Volcano
Sometimes I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano. The silence of the night. Weighs you down. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I felt like if you whispered then the whole world would hear. But you knew it couldn’t be true. Could it? I watched the cold, steady rain fallContinue reading “The Edge of the Volcano”
Bring Your Ghost to the Fire
Part 3 of Rock and Roll is Dead “It felt like they wanted to end music with that one—brass, choirs, the whole cathedral job. It kind of did.” Deak laughed. “You take this so seriously, mate. It’s just music. It’s practically free. Hell, brother, the streaming services own music now.” “Ach, that just shows you.Continue reading “Bring Your Ghost to the Fire”
And So It Does
OneThe day fades out like a bleeding man. All oranges and reds behind the tree line. Last gasps of light.Last breathe.Before night.A dog barks in the distance, but otherwise silence.I can’t even hear the main road now. Rush hour must be over. The shift change at the prison must be past now.Not too many haveContinue reading “And So It Does”
Desert Songs
*** Trigger Warning, contains violence *** Desert Songs Music playing through the night. Leonard Cohen. Thanks for the Dance. Whose tape is this? No one speaks. Do they still play it on the radio? Do they still play the radio? Who is going to cut the earth? Who is going to dig the grave? TheContinue reading “Desert Songs”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 