Such a trip this is Together on this tour Heartily I toil For this is no great chore But I ensconce away Once the grouches ***** their inveighs Safe from fools abrades with no thought and little aide My pencil strokes are laid So heavenly on the page It tells us not to run Stand against the shadow let it not dislimn the Sun The Machine The Machine The Machine It gobbles away all our fun
Gus My skin be-jeweled In this prizm Lake Just be here - Don't be fake Don't loose your love in daft's wake