Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier
You choke my days, I'll choke yours.
It's new, it's improved, it's old fashioned.
using parking meters as walking sticks.
I'm always looking for sounds that are pleasing at the time. The sound of a helicopter is really annoying until you're drowning, and it's there to rescue you. Then it sounds like music.
Everything is explained now. We live in an age when you say casually to somebody 'What's the story on that?' and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes Iād just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now.