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Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit. I’m sick of all the same old shit. In a house with unlocked doors and I’m fucking lazy.

Musical Interlude: It’s all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you. I give up half my time just trying to think of words that rhyme

Musical Interlude: Peter’s pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper – why?!

Musical Interlude: We listen to the records but don’t believe a word that they say. Take it as a tip from me that fortune favours the brave.

Musical Interlude: Don’t think me unkind. Words are hard to find. They’re only cheques I’ve left unsigned from the Banks of Chaos in my mind

Musical Interlude: When you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did.

Musical Interlude: I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kinda life.

Musical Interlude: Poets, priests and politicians have words to thank for their positions.

Musical Interlude: An extraordinary guy can never have an ordinary day. He might live the long goodbye but that is not for me to say.

Musical Interlude: You won’t believe what I tell you, white coats and clever minds will choose.

Musical Interlude: Forget everything and remember. For everything a reason.

Musical Interlude: You hid there last time you know we’re going to find you.

Musical Interlude: Running around robbing banks all whacked off of scooby snacks

Musical Interlude: I don’t ask why, I just fall into the meadow.

Musical Interlude: Every mistake we must surely be learning, still my guitar gently weeps.

Musical Interlude: It’s a common thing to be out of line, but it’s getting old by the fifteenth time.

Musical Interlude: She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an “L” on her forehead.

Musical Interlude: Running around robbing banks all whacked off of scooby snacks

Musical Interlude: I’ll pack my bags to leave this town, because I’m not welcome back here any more upon these shores.

Musical Interlude: I’ll be the one to show you the way, you’ll be the one to always complain.

Musical Interlude: Here’s how the hussle goes, see what the jukebox knows. Put my last quarter on, I play Authority Song.

Musical Interlude: Staccato signals of constant information, a loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires

…cos I like… Birds!

Musical Interlude: I can’t stand in line at the store. The mean little people are such a bore. Bit it’s alright if you act like a turd.

Musical Interlude: I felt the hate rise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves.

Musical Interlude: Can’t just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it that will spoil it go on and drink it and enjoy it.

Musical Interlude: If you got glitches then your life computer turn it off and then reboot and now you’re back on.

Musical Interlude: If you got riches you got glitches.

Musical Interlude: If you got the dogs you got bitches. Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches.

Musical Interlude: Where there is cheese there are rats. Wherever there is rats there are cats. Wherever there are cats there are dogs.

Musical Interlude: You say you wander your own land, but when I think about it I don’t know how you can.

Musical Interlude: You say you wander your own land, but when I think about it I don’t know how you can.

For further reference: an Oxford comma could be seen as an unnecessary, lesser used, and clever English trick. See what I did there?

Musical Interlude: Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?

Musical Interlude: I stand corrected.

These last two weeks I have been mostly listening to: Two Door Cinema Club – Tourist History. Stonking little album.

Musical Interlude: I hear your silence loud and clear.

Musical Interlude: It’s a turf war on a global scale. I’d rather hear both sides of the tale.

Musical Interlude: All the lonely people where do they all come from? All the lonely people where do they all belong?

Musical Interlude: Life is very short and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friends.

Musical Interlude: No-one I think is in my tree. I mean it must be high or low.

Musical Interlude: I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

Musical Interlude: Between the click of the light and the start of the dream.

Musical Interlude: And so I quit the police department and got myself a steady job.

Embarrassing Musical Interlude: Ain’t no headlights on the road tonight. Everybody is sleeping tight.

Musical Interlude: And I can always find her at the bottom of a plastic cup. Drowning in drunk sincerity.

Musical Interlude: Hang on to your hopes my darling. Don’t let it slip away.

Musical Interlude: What are you sad about? Everyday you make the sun come out.

Musical Interlude: So call if you want to; you know I’m waiting. Call if you want to; I’m so alone.

Musical Interlude: This is not a movie. Things just ain’t the same as your favourite video.

Musical Interlude: You stir my natural emotions. You make me feel like dirt – and I’m hurt.

Musical Interlude: Fires burn and rage for days.

Musical Interlude: I know you thought I’d sold my soul but you never told me to my face.

Musical Interlude: Too late to drop the drawbridge, you let the vampires in.

Musical Interlude: If you’ll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal.

Musical Interlude: Noone cares when you are wrong but I’ve been at this far too long to act like that when we should be in perfect harmony.

Musical Interlude: Underneath and unexplored, island and cities I have looked.

Musical Interlude: It’s hard to be a man when there’s a gun in your hand.

Musical Interlude: And I’ll make you smile, like a drug for you. Do ever what you wanna do.

Musical Interlude: I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul.

Musical Interlude: Can’t understand it when people demand it.

Musical Interlude: Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you.

Musical Interlude: Coming in a mess, going out in style. I ain’t good looking but I’m someone’s child.

Musical Interlude: Most of the time you are happy. You’re a weirdo.

Musical Interlude: I’d rather be a comma than a full stop.

Musical Interlude: I’m starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office.

Musical Interlude: I’d chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a god damn door?” No.

Musical Interlude: Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

Musical interlude: P-p-p-p-pause that, a-a-a-abort that!

I want it now, not the promises of what tomorrow brings. I need to live in dreams today, I’m tired of the song that sorrow sings.

Freeze! You know who it is. It’s me, Bitches!

Dancing in the disco bumper to bumper. Wait a minute: where’s my jumper?!

I’m a real nowhere man, sitting in my nowhere land. Making all my nowhere plans for nobody.

I’m older than I wish to be. This town holds no more for me. All my life I’ve tried to find another way.

Seven AM. Morning. Came to take us away. Little men, big guns. Pointed at our heads