Look, I won’t lie to you during this most holy week, not even on All Fools Day. I haven’t listened to this record all the way through which is why I am able to write this introduction. My guess is that if you do manage to get all the way through it, without morphine, your brains will be so scrambled that you will not be able to put together a coherent sentence for a long time to come, if ever. But, on the other hand, you will have earned yourself a staggeringly massive ten thousand days off purgatory. That covers a heck of a lot of sin. And I’m not talking about farting in the lift (escalator) and small stuff like that. No, sirree. I think you could get away with telling your boss you’ve got flu and clearing off on a three week Caribbean cruise and you would still have a few hundred days left for farting in the lift or pulling the girl in front of you on the bus’s pigtails.
By the way, this is from an album crammed full of similar quality material. If you are interested just ask and I’ll send you the link.
Mrs Boaz tuned from the Kitchen (fried eggs again) and in annoyance
said, “What’s making that awful noise?”
“we don’t listen to the heart when the heart’s speaking”
There’s a good reason for that.
Ye gods, Paul. You listened that closely?!!!
You obviously are a man of great inner strength. I salute you.