He bails up his conscience - it backs up He panics when it rattles its sabre He bribes it with drinks It says, "Okay, but arsehole, I'll deal with you later!" And everyone drifts on the wide blue waters. They drift on the wide blue waters They drift on the wide blue waters of dreaming
Money that itches inside Pucker and kiss it good-bye The barman ventures a smile "Hey, do you want a new mountain to climb? I just might've made one your size." -Graeme Downes, Jailhouse 4am
Freaking mikes wrecked most of my shots rog. I was erm strangely oblivious to them at the time. and I grew increasingly oblivious but more confident of my focus. Oh well. This is trip three to this joint. One really has to hall ones arse around the dance floor to take live shots does one not.