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Songs Don’t Dignify Human Activity. Human Activity Dignifies The Song.

Your Servant Here, He Has Been Told To Say It Clear, To Say It Cold: It's Over, It Ain't Going Any Further And Now The Wheels Of Heaven Stop You Feel The Devil's Riding Crop Get Ready For The Future: It Is Murder

We Do What Only Lovers Can: Make A Gift Out Of Necessity.

I Guess You Go For Nothing, If You Really Want To Go That Far.

I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer. My Province Is Small, And I Try To Explore It Very, Very Thoroughly.