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I heard the crash downstairs in the parlour, but when I reached him, it was already too late.
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Here we go out to the lake
everyone is there.
Attach your rubber bayonette
we're hunting teddy bear.
oh
its never been fun.
to lie burning in the sun.
Yesterday I saw a man
lying in the trash.
His ruddy face was covered in snot
and his pockets were stuffed with cash.
Oh
It cannot be done
Tell your mother,
its time to run.
In the garden the goddess waits,
basking in the moon.
Her skin so white it titilates,
her nipples so pink you swoon.
Oh
Its never been easy
to feel so sleazy.
everyone is there.
Attach your rubber bayonette
we're hunting teddy bear.
oh
its never been fun.
to lie burning in the sun.
Yesterday I saw a man
lying in the trash.
His ruddy face was covered in snot
and his pockets were stuffed with cash.
Oh
It cannot be done
Tell your mother,
its time to run.
In the garden the goddess waits,
basking in the moon.
Her skin so white it titilates,
her nipples so pink you swoon.
Oh
Its never been easy
to feel so sleazy.
rtcooper
Not going to be easily confused with the Beach Boys, Eh?
Hey, in 1964, Lou Reed was an aquired Taste, you know. You almost
risk breaking the Spell with the sweet guitar in the two bars before the
fade, but, I think you escaped.
Menacingly sweet Canvas Noir. Unmistakable atmosphere, yet avoiding
too many heavy footsteps. Well constructed and told.
I think the Mx could be Closer and a bit more Dense, but that's
personal taste.
Definately a New Camera at work, here.
Best,
rtc