I was talking again at an $$#embly of friends
We were close, we were close, we were close to the end
We had a blood connection and other difficulties

We don't write memoirs, we write massive autobiographies
I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell
In my reverie


There was a boy on the screen, apologetically
Offering, offering a pet bird to a priest

We had the one ambition: to grow up quickly and be
In the privilege of the relevant authority
I remembered my tear-ducts existed and worked, like land mines they hurt


So then it proved impossible to answer understandable
FAQs from them


I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell
In my reverie


I had a fast and full recovery
Enjoying grapes and 7-UP

Whereupon the sacred heart above me interrupts:

"Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?

Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?
Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?"


They would have stayed awake for anyone else