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What we once thought we had we didn't and what we have now will never be that way again so we call upond the author to explain! pur myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets we've shunned them from the greasy-grind (the poor little things) they look so sand & old as they mount up from behind I ask them to desist and to refrain the we call upon the author to explain! (rosary clutched in his hand he died with tubes up his nose and a cabal of angels with fingher cymbals chanted his name in code) we shook our fists at the punishing rain and we called upon the author to explain! he said -- everything is messed up round here /everything is banal and jejune / there is a planetary conspiracy / againsta the likes of you and me / in this idiot constituency of the moon -- (well, he knew exactly who to blame) and we call upon the author to explain! PROLIX! PROLIX! NOTHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN'T FIX! SongtexteI go guruing down the street young people gather round my feet ask me things - but I don't know where to start they ignite the powder-trail straight to my father's hear and once agai I call upon the author to explain whi is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every though? I feel like a cacuum cleaner! a complete sucker! (it's fucked up and he is a fucker) but what an enorous and encyclopaedic brain! I call upon the author to explain! o rampant discrimination/ mass poverty/ third world debt/infectious disease/ global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions--- (it does in your brain) we call upon the author to explain! now hang on! my freind Doug is tappung on the window (hey Doug, how you been??) brings me a book on holocaust poetry ---complete with pictures--- then tells me to get ready for the rain and we call upon the author to explain! PROLIX! PROLIX! SOMETHING A PAIR OF SCISSORS CAN FIX! Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best! he wrote like wet papier mache/ went hte Hemming-way/ weirdly on wings and with maximum pain we call upon the author to explain! down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish "the waves, the waves were soldiers moving" thank you! thank you! thank you! & again! (Thanks to Linda for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania