The bach was unsophisticated,
And pretty small.
Listeners came in ignorant of what it meant in translation, knotted shoelaces at the length of simple expression...
They could distinguish the simplicity of their own slang language
From distant counterpoints--But even then they left the currency exchange math to chance. And the disquietude it produced made them visibly uneasy. The water was free.
One, or maybe a few stripped the cone of the dusty fuzz
One of them got too drunk to stand up straight, saying,"Now, let's fill the slate to Heaven--and cook every dish we know for the Sun King."
Name That Trauma:: Murphy T. L. on a Dark Haired Idol Worshiper - Ok. This would have been in late August/early September of 1985. I was living in Bradenton, FL, and WTOG would show movies on Saturday afternoons featuring...
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