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O sinner! The day is coming when you
will regret not buying Music for Rakes on the day it came out, except
there really was no “day when it came out” because Car
In Car didn’t subscribe to your bourgeois notions of “release
dates.” They just sort of pulled down the lever and the flood
came crashing through the dry aqueduct, obscenely full of good things
splashing up against the sides. Ditchdiggers! Backstabbers! Sweep
around your own front door before you try to sweep around mine: so
sang the Williams Brothers, and they were right to do so, and as
though in response Furniture Huschle wailed its lonely cry to the
greaseless firmament:
Speech Avenue or First Street?
Yellow road with a brick, four feet.
Tender Vittles, and commercials are neat:
it’s a treat, and a treat got a figure on a spreadsheet |
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