Response burns the songs that get replayed. Memory fades but returns to haunt the mores most often thought disturbed with time flashes in the frying pan of years cracking eggs.
Infernal furnaces pump out the dance of possession in Philadelphia, Brixton, the avenues of Carshalton Beaches, Chicago Subways. Your radio static charges urban edifice, beachfront, village skyline. Feel is the rhythm, remembrance the beat.
I’m currently on a train. All around should be grateful I haven’t launched into an impromptu ocarina solo (not least because I don’t possess an ocarina!)
You can hum. Play with a rubber band renown for passing train times. No tickets needed for a ride. Go coach a passenger on the love train down the tracks clack clack. Next stop Chicago music.
Wildfire. You know I love you.
Passion enflames my desire to burn;
Then from ashes reclaim your heart anew.
Wild! I love the phoenix aspect, very cool🖤
Wildfire - I think you’re groovy
But I wanna know for sure…
You make my heart snap crackle pop. Embers glow.
(it’s hard to tell what induces the most horror - the prompt or this series of responses)
Ok reading these was a wild ride. Very much enjoyed it!
Yes, it very much - ahem - caught fire.
Response burns the songs that get replayed. Memory fades but returns to haunt the mores most often thought disturbed with time flashes in the frying pan of years cracking eggs.
Infernal furnaces pump out the dance of possession in Philadelphia, Brixton, the avenues of Carshalton Beaches, Chicago Subways. Your radio static charges urban edifice, beachfront, village skyline. Feel is the rhythm, remembrance the beat.
Burn baby burn
Isn’t it a pity- doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
Hey boogie brother soul train sister unhook the carriage we won’t stop - fire up these funky engines - our next station: disco town
Back of my neck getting dirt and gritty. Hot down summer in the city.
(feel the heat)
I’m currently on a train. All around should be grateful I haven’t launched into an impromptu ocarina solo (not least because I don’t possess an ocarina!)
You can hum. Play with a rubber band renown for passing train times. No tickets needed for a ride. Go coach a passenger on the love train down the tracks clack clack. Next stop Chicago music.
Yeah. You groove me.
Oldie in the groove until skips a beat
(Beat beat)
That the rhythm. Thanks for remembering wild thing…
Build your dream house in
The foothills. Look at the view!
And now it's on fire.
Wildfires these days, don’t even care about your antique tea cup collection.
"She ran, calling, WIIILLLLDFIIIRE..."
“Shhh, if you call it, it will come.”
The "Wildfire" in the song is a horse, not a real wildfire.
😂 I believe a horse will also come if you call it.
Forest dry as tinder,
wind arid and insistent -
A hot look could ignite a conflagration.
This is so awesome, it’s got a noire feel for me and I love it.
Thanks HG
Distended fingers,
Bleached and curled, knuckle to nail:
These used to be trees
Awesome image! Have seen this many times and this just a great description🖤
Drunk, alone, and cold
Nodding while embers blow wide
Sparking trails of death
So dark and tragic, and probably close to the truth at times. Well done🖤
Based on true story of a wildfire in Texas. Homeless man’s campfire started it.
Wow, says so much about us as a society😞
A wall of fierce flames,
And flickering within them,
A glimpse of Hell's Gates... 😎
Ooo nice image!🖤
They have such sights to show you! Haha... 😎
Heck yeah, a little pyromancy 🔥
Oh man! I love this take!