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I apologize, Seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery,
A tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed to you, It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends. Ah, it was not me,
But someone else, you see, Twisting the steering reins.
Put a penny in the slot and make an Artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
I don't give advise, But be wise and think twice,
Before getting involved in a game. Where the minority
Face the majority, Who are faceless and born without names.
Was it knock synch when We came across three men,
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper. I bought two from them,
And I'll lit one for you, I hope the message made it's way down the
wire.
Put a penny in the slot and make an Artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
The soul of a dog, He's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said. A Rhodesian richback,
Off the beaten track, In a furniture shop down on the quays.
For the loneliness you foster, I suggest Paul Auster,
A book called Timbuktu.
Put a penny in the slot and watch the Drunken sailor boy dance.
She will not let you be Her lov-ver.
She goes out looking for The taxi.
Her phone is ringing straight to Message-minder.
Send out a battalion to Find her.
Put a penny in the slot and count the Swans through a te-elescope.
I can't help from cryin' I wish you were mine.
When I was seventeen, I followed my dream,
Up into a high-rise block. The adventures of Augie March,
By Saul Bel-low, Was all I had for company.
At night time I'd lie In Beckingham pike,
With tears like flashbulbs. And recall my treasure-
Searching days, In the rock pools as a kid.
To the remains of The cherub plains,
Or around the bonfire in Nailors cove. Good company and grief
Sit like a doc leaf, Sits beside a singing nett-le.
Put a penny in the slot and make an Artificial li-ii-iight ***-iine,
Leave go-ooo. My golden arm