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Arranged with old italian GEM S/3 synthesizer. Music and lyrics by bored-byron. FULL ALBUM: “ Late at night, grasping my teapot, drinking tea and wine. Broadcasting from a small local radio: -Slighly all the time-. My mind goes circling round; flatters within rhymes. Flipping through mosaics of faces, hubbub in my mind. Chirpy tweets, as if they were golf balls, clogged in the drain. It can be quite a laugh, screwing up your mind. Please don't phone me now. Please don't ask me how. Let me spend my time, drinking tea and wine, ( On sunday they shut down the town. On monday they, soar weep and shout. On tuesday they, will just try out, what happens to the madding crowd ). The latest news from a television breakes the peace of night. Squeaky talks, maddenig tussles, scrumble into my eyes. Just drops of balderdash, falling from the sky Please don't phone me now. Please don't ask me how, Let me spend my time, drinkig tea and wine “. ( text in brackets inspired by a song of a band called “Ekseption“ )
