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Roger's in the archive looking up casementMartha's in the government digging up the basementRebel into representative for the voterShadow backhencher couldn't get a word inTurned up anyway ... issues burningAll consuming ... drinks in the cabinetSpent a lot of time just examining the buildingdrinks on the house? you must be jokingCorridors of power cuts toy telephone billsLong time no see underneath the floorboardLooking for the roots of the family treetopsToe's in the water but you've only got ten.Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip topTunnelling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfishMeadow brown peacock ... pupa-larva-caterpillarHibernate in winter of our discotheque noEnd in sight .. more like a spiral ... coilOr curler ... just unwinding ... very slowlyRevealing endless disappearing pipelinesGenuflecting ... bowing deeply ... itDon't take a weathergirl to see whereThe wind is blowing ... what the wind is bendingIsobars are opening ... sex to midnightCabinet shuffling homeward bound ... takingSongtexteA detour ... rendezvous do ... chapel in the valleyOf the blown up doll ... that's not MarthaShunting in a siding ... she got homeworkUp to hereRoger's in the footnotes up to his elbonesVerse and chapter disinterredBorrowing a bookcase don't come easyThe weight of the evidence in parenthesisBeggars tightly furled beliefHeads on blockabeater repetition on the lineShell shock supertroopers ... whirl banking oil palmIntercontinental drift ... over the rainbowOver the sea to ska rocker skintonehirsuit missed a link and that's not allThat he got missing inna thousand years ofOrthotoxic waste disposal ... god proposalJealous sky ... whatever is a girl to doTo break the service in its tried and testedAnd found wanting state of oh! boy networkStewardship?Little Johnny Aardvark never hurtNobody ... Martha friend and Roger tooTone down a little ... sotto voce ... some tall orderGiven that four minutes seems eternity timeIn the bushed up world of waspish VsignsA-sides sui-C-side salads of the bad young B-sidesWhat's the point of digging deeper just to layThe ghost of Sala Hal-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub?"Don't give up" the dead man cried"There's more of us than there of youSoon you'll all be on our side ... forever more orLester Young died ... 'Fat Girl' also ... blowing all the bluesAway side ... dust ain't just dust ... trust us like weLive forever ... broken loose from greystone tetherKeep on tiptoe through the archive ... we are deadBut you are alive ... Martha yes and Roger tooUntil you let the gringos grind you down" Aus Songtexte Mania