Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.