Me and my lawyer sat down and worked out. The full cost of the wrongs I have done you. And I'm sending the money to you. . For giving you hell. When I should have been treating you well.
Summer holiday 1999. Summer holiday 1999. . Pine trees in the playgrounds. Around the empty school. A diary full of diagrams. A boy, perhaps a girl. Embarrassing confessions.
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I think you're wailing for someone. And I think he's not going to show. And there's this little place round the corner. Wanna go?. . Uptown - charcoal and braziers.
I went with a friend of mine. I hadn't seen in years. To a party. That would end in tears. . He'd told me on the phone. His new lover was appealing. Beautiful and young.
Your eyes are flat, the city's hot. Night falls over the barren system. Leave the cracked city block. Come back to the old religion. Throw your seed behind the plow.
I always knew that I could seize the world's imagination. And show the possibilities for transformation. I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution.
There's trouble up at Cowbell Barn. The Shadoks are going back to the moon. With rhododendrons in a burlap sack. Resin on a hessian violin rag. All in Helvetica Light.
I'll be your frilly military lady. Your long-haired lover from France. I'll meet you at an electronic Liverpool. At an electronic dance. Wearing padded shoulders in a padded cell.
I have come with my sword Naegling. And the usual aches and pains. To defeat Grendel, the monster. Lately scourge of the Danes. Showing no mercy in the mead hall.