Functions, meetings
Conferences...i am invited to
Paradise but choose instead
Turf, white lines and
History
Manchester slate was yesterday
Now is the time for the
Final countdown, for the
Rank and file triallists
With precycling and the habit
Of driving with just one hand on the wheel, i
Attempt to free myself from samsara
With a hate for authority, i see
A young Sheffield band, they please me
Everso
This creates bulk in the
Gut, this question
These questions are persistant
I hear motown tracks
Over and over, the scratch on
One...this glitch on a crystal landscape
Provides comfort from the hounding and
The pounding from a
Mainstream, the games room
The tv room...
It's best just to join in
I dream of Northern soulsters
I cannot work with glass
I cannot speak but can sing
I can read admission policies
I can never understand...
The murmers of Elvis are
The murmers of the Doobie Brothers are
The murmers of...
I am close to talking about it
I am this close
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