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it's curtain call for you, buddy
belfry birds or birds in the bell-tower
a shaking stone to entwine
your finger of speech
what finger of figure of speech?
Mister Winter come to the front gate
please
Mister Tzara report to the reproduction
department right away
we've got dealers on the front door
babies in the batting
Finger of Europe
resting yer claws in the wind
pardon me? what the hell did that mean? mean? it means something we're not sure if the head was talking backwards or the recording got mushed up in playback Playback? now yer going on again Ann this one that one the other one Jesus what metaphorical garbage is that? excuse me? you see what I mean, you know what I mean, what on earth is this about, is that some excuse of pretty boy writing? pretty boy writing? you mean Pretty Boy Floyd right? sometime before you got it? right? maybe I doubt it though, it has to be something else, some true thing she was working on the wrought cells of her curtain, her curtain call you mean.
something like that she grumbled
changing the font
2
it's yer face needs help
slipping past the keyboard
motel of gypsy and wood
she hardens the bake of the cake
widening the faucet of her love
bearing fear and ferries
across the 'infinite' rue
across the 'infinite' rue
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