...they couldn't have borne the least form of repression in their eyes the memory of prairies sparkled beneath the moon of the "CAFE CONCERT" and filled the eyes of passers-by with melancholy... the weirdness of their behaviour did not fail to amaze the AMERICAN DAIRYMAID and the BATHYSCAPHE BOY who every time he was ashore followed them on ADVENTUROUS PILGRIMAGES...		   psionic co-prosperity sphere
#9 june FREE
if i plug you, will you say you love me?
Nostromo Quarterly Animal Behaviour Publication
Spin Us a Yarn, and Make it Quick.

A story can be told at last friend, peerless wanderer of the fruit riddled fields that are your home in this town beyond time, town beyond hope. Many meals have come and gone in the mouths and months that have passed since the first Nostromo full-length had b'gun its r'cording, and many tales have stacked about us, waiting wraith-like for their chance to burst upon the material world, pound into your ears and soles, festoon themselves upon the liquor-like tastes that each of us yearns for. These mist-like myths have floated unconsciously, much like yourselves, waiting for the unknown outlet...the stabbing bright light that says "I HAVE A NAME, I AM ALIVE!". Now, as we begin to thrust these squeals upon your bent frame, your blotter of skin and fat, a thought rings strongly, repeatedly in our skulls:

THE FUTURE IS HERE AND I MUST REDEEM MYSELF OR PERISH!

Yea, mild fishsmells, lay thee down with us and recite a cant of humble twitters! Cry for faith in the King of Kings, the King of Beers, the cannister of your fears, cry for faith and love, for there is no other trail to keep you from remaining the bastards you have become. The meat of truth litters the path you once walked, and you will bear also its fate as it reeks slowly in the sweating sun. Yes, lambchop, flakedcrust, simmered noodle, gamehen, truth has been known to create a stench, and history has a way of changing shape with time.

   You laugh, I cry. Let us speak no more of these times of undress, but in its stead, pivot our eyes to the glitter-ing jewel that finds itself on the shelves of music stores all around you. "American Dairymaid & Bathyscaphe Boy", a collaboration between frustrated carpal-tunnel / tunnel-of-love sufferers that tells two tales of hearts twisted in multiple car-wreckage. Yes, a heart driven fast is a heart driven unsafely, and the road of desire is a twisting one, winding cliff-side and hair-pin every mile. Love Lies Bleeding know about speed, glitter, and octane ratings, and their high performance piece Care Little Wrong is a notch on the speed-love-odometer just past 95. Hey, MAN, its PEGGED, ok? After you've rolled this cassette on the icy turnpike, side two brings a more defensive look at the road, with Nostromo's 2-Dimensional Man. Is this man afraid to drive fast, or is his vehicle just too damaged to run that hard? No matter, just turn the stereo to a volume that conceals your heartbeat and listen. Highway hypnosis.
Your Papers, Please.
Oh yes, the faithfully waiting, wanting, watching... at last it is upon us. The nearest port authority has granted you this, your ticket to many other worlds. No longer will the stars be seen through a multicolored glass screen, no longer will you stare upward and yearn for the vacuum's creamy touch, no more will you throw your arms skyward and scream "GIVE ME MY PLACE AMONG THE HEAVENS!". Your passage has been authorized, your journey has begun. Witness "Port of Entry", the newest effort from sky-tanglers Nostromo. From the churning yet uplifting strains of Lightspeed Copulation, into the castaway dirge of Space Opera Love Apocalypse you are thrown into a place where love is frequently found, but more frequently lost. Time exists only in the minds of those who can live outside of knowing, the rest are stricken with a feeling for infinity...a helpless hoping for the perfection of the moment. We are all companions to young stars. What can there be to fulfill these wistful desires? Constellation Prize is a briefing of timid need, of what can be had, but falls miserably short. And what of the man from Cheshire? What of the surging discomforts that are pericardial friction rubs? Is it true that men of similar make and design gather troubled at a mysterious inn, unknown to others? And what of chaumurky? What meaning? Think now. Think forever. 10 songs. Low recording quality, but worth it. Tape only. $5. Buy now.

 
secret living goes on around you.
We make attempts in our world. We try to find the good, the ordered, the true. It is difficult, and chaos has a tendency to prevail in our worlds and in our minds. Tales will circulate, and rumors will be believed by the young of mind, the foolish of heart, and the worthless of spirit. A fire can be set, and one can expose himself completely to the world...to a girl, but these are half truths. There is a secret world. Often our ways are hidden, but you, the faithful reader can know. You are a fleece of gold to us, and we will continue to fleece you with our pitiful woolen earnings. This is a time of entropy for Nostromo, and uncertain futures stretch like a plastic-wrap, keeping things fresh, but often keeping them from our grasp. I do not wish to live secretly, but often times demand it. Our plans are barely known to ourselves, the possibility of looking foolish is always apparent. Can I reveal to you what our wants are? Can you grasp the nature of our being? Can we? More recordings are on their way, this I promise. A split with the $toics is a guarantee. Other neat things revolve around the insides of our heads. Only time.

Revolution? Heh. We speak not of revolution.

Heart-wrenched wing-walkers seeking satisfaction. We are the clean-mouthed minstrels of amourous doubts. So what do we speak of? You, too, can find out by sending for the lyric sheets which decypher the mysterious messages floating within our hymns and sagas. We will also send you the most recent copy of "Anomalous Emissions", updating you on the power of our non-mobile flotilla. Contact us - and we will carve the totem of distress into a statuette of ridicule for all to cry on. We can offer little more than this to you...unless you would like a free copy of the "2-Dimensional Man" short story. Just send a SASE and ask.

Contact: Nostromo/Psionic Co-Prosperity Sphere
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Fri. June 28 Sub-Galley w/the Barnhills, other special guests probable.
Tues. July 16 GIANT JAGERMEISTER MUSIC THING @ Sub-Galley w/others TBA
Sat. July 27 Fillipe's Minstrel Saloon (Indiana) w/SpitTicklers & Ramenhut.
In simple times i would have been a better man but in these complex times i am but a simple man.