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Ye Olde Legend of Cargo

Kingly Roland synths and smoking hot chords
Components, but two, of our factions young sword.
A blade not hell bent on spilling young innards!
A fresh vacant scabbard frees nocturnal sinners.

Our Maiden awaits, a dank embered pit…
Named Penelope’s – she most silently sits.
Alas not for long, our stealthy troupe rides in,
Revealing lady’s devilishly wry grin!

Pieces of (£)5 (any layman’s entry).
Recruited forthwith into cradling techno gentry.
Our conquering naves, Pioneers at their beck
Broadcast swanlike grooves oft lady’s regal decks.

And on the 4th hour, the adventure; undone
Our comrade’s thrust homeward into the emerging Sun.
But lest we be saddened when leaving the floor,
Come the blossom of May, they’ll canter in once more!

Cargo @ Penelope's Sat 26_04_08

Fifties (The Cell, Lincoln)
Faye Thorley (Live)
Ryan Johnson
Kassien
Dufrain

£5 / £4NUS

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