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Some People Never Say The Words ‘i Love You’, For Like A Child They’re Longing To Be Told.

The Trick Is, As I Know It, Is To Care Like Hell And Not Give A Damn At The Same Time.

The Record Company Stay Out Of My Way. Whenever The Record Is Finished, They Take It.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

Far Above The Golden Clouds, The Darkness Vibrates. The Earth Is Blue. And Everything About It Is A Love Song. Everything About It.