We live as long as we fly
When we left the turf-clad hut, a fine drizzle hung in the air, but our mood was positive because we had packed up in warmth and dryness, after having tea for breakfast.
So, things were looking grim: your humble servants, exhausted to the point of stupor, and dreading the onset of dusk, were pondering what to do next. Suddenly Andrey exclaimed: “Look, there's a house by the lake.” And sure enough, there was one marked on the GPS map too, I confirmed. Instinct inexorably drew us toward light, warmth, and human society, so we hauled ass with all our might toward the alluring structure.
Very cool, it’s a shame it didn’t stop by our place
https://reporter.delfi.lv/news/witness/v-rigu-zaehal-psihodelicheskij-poezd-cosmic-underground.d?id=42698552
Grebenshchikov keeps playing increasingly provocative songs on "Aerostat"; he even found one from 1932.
You've heard of Ali Baba, forty thieves had he
Out for what we all want, lots of L.S.D.
He also had a camel, stole it from a zoo
How he loved the camel, and the camel loved him too
(Oh, how the how the camel loved Ali Bar Bar!)
https://muzebra.com/l/kocdl6uvap/