Or don't, Of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement,... you whining hypocritical toadies with your color TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't walk silly now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.
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john cleese, light, pedestrian crossing, signal, silly walks
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off, I sat and wondered
Started hummin' a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closin' in
Night moves
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1962, 45rpm, bob seger, classic rock, lightning
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