stick at it like a benni addict
Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.
And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!
But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do
It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.
The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.