there we are, stevie howling
like how can we be to the setting
son and a butterfly collector..

kidnap really, and put in a jar
so lovely dust falls away
in bitter recollection..

your tuned to lily(guest dj)..!
a dance of flailing true
from the beautiful 52s´..?!

after this voyeuristic lament
another beauty
we are all quite sane..

we have become
i will read an old one-
there is no hell..

ii

there is no hell
so we made one
such is man..

desparate dan
on a jag of boredom..
come, little soldier

eat up hamburger
mainstream stars
lonely land..

iii

as the keys fade into
thunder i have been told
to press a button..

(a word from our sponsers)
eat this ****
youll be alright-lily laughs..

a song to dead genius
nothing more sad
hearts breaking..

iv

(a reluctant admiration
always the sun
you could see we english

we were in our underpants
i thought that said alot
i was down the far end

with the naked hairy germans
in pain no shade
in the sun..)

v

eclectic can be rather
a pretention
but i thought we might go

classical-here is the man
nocturne on high
chopin..enjoy..

vi

back again-i read somewhere
he composed from his death bed
in them i find faith and love

and also a boy called johnny-
your listing to lily-submission..
you got real pretty teeth baby-

or so i heard before
the computer..to the leaving
of liverpool

the age of sail..
the clipper ship in full sail
*** ****** and the lash

as churchill once said
in a speech..now we have a break
for news traffic and weather

another..