Dirt from Ramble Moon by Robbie Perrott

Living in a big warehouse
The ceiling painted with grey clouds
Model
Lives in
Model
Housing

Civilised like divorce
Punctual like a corpse
Rapid
Static
Slices is
All my life is

The days I have relived now have nothing left to give
So I’m walking
Out into the heat where I can finally find relief
And I’m walking
Walking

Everyone who was wronged you
Taking your side
Mingling in time
Deep in the dirt we belong to
Maybe we’ll find
Ways to be kind

Living in a petri dish
A billion organisms squished
Slip and sliding
Subdividing

How to navigate through these
Billion strategies
Spikes and spindles
Flagellates
Foes and Friendlies

Kikis scratching Boubas as they make their way to who knows where they’re going
I’ll glide past the unshapely and I’ll find some friends that fit together nicely
With me

Everyone who was wronged you
Taking your side
Mingling in time
Deep in the dirt we belong to
Maybe we’ll find
Ways to be kind

Everyone who was wronged you
Taking your side
Mingling in time
Deep in the dirt we belong to
Maybe we’ll find
Ways to be kind

Who put the sun in your night light?
Who put the blood in the skyline?
If dreams just come from my brain then,
Where did my brain go to get them?

Who drew the map of Miami?
Who gave the clap to your granny?
Who put the ice in the ocean?
Everybody and no one

What were the first things to listen?
What did it sound like to be them?
Pop-punk or bebop or krautrock
Italo-disco or doo-wop

Unicellular sonata
Primordial Frank Sinatra
How ever long we have been here,
Those songs have been here much longer

• Alternative
• alternative folk
• folk
• indie
• psychedelic rock
• singer-songwriter
• Cape Town