Andrew Sparkes's docs

Satellite city, the recluse, feel me. Everybody feels the strain here, save them if you have the money Change them and their view, from looking right into left Everybody taste the pain that stains the corner, 10 cents a piece, says the old man smoki…

Restoration a change in direction A hopeless encounter leaves me still Colossal dragging of feet, bareback junkies meet A hopeless encounter leaves me ill No-body like’s to lose their still small voice

Standing in mids of completeness Circled within lifes own view Six stars bekon me to follow in sand stained footprints 30 pleats of cloth hang drying in summers blue skys Hardened by the lact of moisture Who am i ?

The change in me has made me see what I used to be, Thinking the end of the beginning was the start of events made clearly. Choking lies. Repeating wits. What do you mean hold on? I want to hang out my chin to dry. So when I get the chance, will y…

I spent the weekend at a recording studio working on an album with my band, anyway to get to the point, the studio was on an industrial site, which was interesting. It seems that the Spiders who live here probuce pure yellow cobwebs. Almost Aluminous

Adoration, step-ups & a quarter of a bench press Courage falls unto yesterday’s night Man cheated, role play concerted, a view of rigor Confirm your status and watch the abhorrence Harsh barricades block to defend all meticulous fiends Social d…

Embittered Lost and floating Within the brink of bloating I’m Rotating 45 miles higher, west of working Thus I don't believe you, Have thus cracked the chain that, You ponder in an eventful strain No reason why you’d catch yourself Other t…