Harvey Rushmore & the Octopus

A PSYCHEDELIC ROCK EXPLOITATION On the high sea. In the moon light. Red. Blood Moon. Blood red are the lips of the girl which Harvey is thinking of while the waves are flowing. Melody, oh Melody… soon… and Rushmore rushes. In blood rush. He has it in his blood, in his veins pumping in the rhythm of the rattling of the engine. rattling and snarling, a floating beat. The waves are beating heavy against the boat while the wind is breathing cold.

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