Text: Herman Düne. In August.

(w/ spencer chakedis)

you were talking to me
and looking at a monkey
feeding a monkey
fruit and bread
you know what: everybody dies
in august, when no-one cries
or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we are not dead

i'd found a bug
in the water jug
it lay numb
on my thumb
i blew it away
and let it lay
on the floor
at my door