All the hours we're awake or sleeping. They are illustrious. They are legendary. Dancing will get you everywhere. So will a megaphone. Matt Hart burns dear radiation in every line, every word, & THE HOURS is so motorcycle you might want to get naked. Beware: you may find yourself moonstomping in your sleep. Verse! Chorus! Crescendo! Read with headphones on & "Someday you should see gravity."
The Hours
