All they do is sing about Cemeteries. A cemetery all shook up in the fiery bucket. I cannot continue. Are you faulty. Geoff held up a shoe and projected low warbles onto the ceiling. That’s what this is all about it’s not about dating or courting or romance it’s about the intangibility of the alphabet … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Rubber wart or death sting
What time is it is it time to wake up. I’m struggling. Slick Larry wipes the blood from his lips. Tony is a sadist he likes to hurt people. I had a dream I was in a cop show things were getting deadly but we were only carrying spud guns. Suzi didn’t have the plague … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Maggot Songs
I had been falling down the same set of stairs for at least two weeks I was covered in dirt and slightly drunk. Her husband hired some thugs to do me over. They gave me a good beating and stuck a needle in me. Time drug. I couldn’t tell you the exact name but that’s … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth -Birthday Insult
Do you need compost. Suzi could not answer truthfully. In the next scene Mr Lee plants a devil bat in your brain. I keep a screwdriver in the porch. Tony stands up stumbles falls over gasping and clawing at the floor. Mole Thirteen fades out. I like your armour plating but your eyes are dead. … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Radiators of the Grub Pocket
The Radio Graveyard is open from Midnight until 6AM (Berlin time). Come in. Find an open coffin. Make your self comfortable. What you hear, may not be real. Graveyard Radio sound has wormy acoustics. Technically, it's not even sound. Your host is Dai Coelacanth. An outsider. An alphabet man. A Rat baby. You may have … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Radio Graveyard
Daphne collects old pieces of paper she is specifically interested in the quality of the dirt. On the dirtiest pieces she writes her scripts. Sometimes it is impossible to make out everything she has written. None of the actors complain. Mr Lee told her that he only needs to touch the paper to know what … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Paranoia is a wonderful pie filling
The landlady gets drunk in the afternoon and watches old cop shows. What does the colonel do? he’s dead wood get rid of him. And Keith? I wish you had stolen his brain earlier. His brain, we’ve got it in a bucket it’s still alive. It’s useless.
But then the hiding place turned into a trap and the gun fell to pieces. Hello hello my socks have been stolen I’m the Cannibal King this should not happen. Hide under the covers. You know what they are like. The confusion was understandable. The old Shemp wardrobe trick. The producers were trying to appeal … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – ALL THEY PLAYED WAS NORTHERN SOUL