The commerce is over. Peace is the plan. I wonder how long will it last. When Izzy and Bizzy and Boney(?) began. We wondered how long they would last.
There's a ghost in my house. The ghost of your memory. The ghost of the love that was took from me. . Our love used to be. Only shadows in the past I see.
The war against Intelligence. War versus Intelligence. Notebooks out plagiarists. War Against Intelligence. . War versus Intelligence. They got a lot of debris yesterday.
I phoned you up from Dallas. But your heart was still in marble. And your head. Was reckoning. . Your friends are dis-compos-mentis. And like most in leather jackets are.
Head down. Head down. Head, head, head down.. . Fool of the Commonwealth drove down there,. Down turnpike;. Desperate for food desperate for respite..
The mixer is close to me. He turns his head and smiles at me. And I am glad, he earns my salary. . The mixer in Espanol restaurants. People and staff, they clap.
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from. Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old. man on his own chase some kids who fucking threw bricks through.
There's loads of people. Trying to suss out the scene. Sniffing about and sticking. Their noses in. Rebel. But she was the littlest rebel. . Blue suit with nylon weave.
The man who's head expanded.. The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological. memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.. Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money..
You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex. And the person next to you is someone you hate?. Well well well well well well well well with me,.
You cannot legislate against wrongful encouagement. You'll hear my words. On the winds 'cross the sand. If you should return. To that black barren land that bears the name of Xanadu.
Go back go back. To your diseased control room. Don't be, don't be nice about it. Just spit it back. . Why don't, ward off. Why don't you be mature about it?.
MES: The most merciful thing in the world is man's inability to correlate all of his mind's contents. But the sciences one day, some say it is already upon us, will eventually open up such terrifying vistas of reality that we will either go mad from the revelation or flee into blissful sleep, peace and safety of another new dark age..
Coliseum, the coliseum. . Look out, burn, you ought to know this by now. You with the empty crane over. They're the gate keepers and the sentinels. Their jokes are hum-drum.
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene. Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.. The clever ones tend to emigrate.
Moderninity what it means to you and I and this CD you hold in your hand. Cabbies get life story beatings. Co-workers get told stories: resignations. The reasonable authorities get told humiliations. Five - old friends get life story degradations and informing.
Old man, young man. Preacher saying amen. Taking up collection. Playing on a bass drum. How come the city it never sleeps at night. . Red cars, blue cars.
And dad will keep you warm. And mam will keep her warm. And in the swarm. Stick with me, stick with me. I am the caterer. . Stick with me stick with me.
In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one. The last numeral was upside down. Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town. . People came out and shouted at him.
Keep reading me the book of lies. Keep reading me the book of lies. . And you keep giving me. And you keep reading me. The book of lies. The book of lies.