And Here You Are Hurried, And Here

Anything I Tell You Is An Alibi For Something Else." Then Let's Be Quiet Together.

A Sip Of Wine, A Cigarette, And Then It’s Time To Go. I Tidied Up The Kitchenette; I Tuned The Old Banjo. I’m Wanted At The Traffic-jam. They’re Saving Me A Seat.

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

I Hope We [with Patrick Leonard] Can Come Up With Something Orchestral With Some Spoken Material. And I Also, God Willing, Hope That Perhaps Another Record Of Songs Also Might Emerge, But One Never Knows.

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.