Hey mister a review A word for salad Is written by my friend In penman
He uses long words Like semiotics and semolina But I counted With Enigma and metropolis
The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness
Everything`s coming to a grinding halt I use such long words
It`s all clever stuff All this charming childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable image
Tantalizing enigma Of the Cure They try to take Everything
But the Cure really They`re just trying to sell us something Their product is more artificial than most This is perhaps part of their Masterplan But it seems more like their naivity
Everything`s coming to a grinding halt Everything`s coming to a grinding halt Everything`s coming to a grinding halt
Note how really songs what are made of (?) Murk and marshes Tawdry images Inane realisations Dull dull dull epigrams Sometimes they sound like an avant-garde John Otway Or an ugly spirit
Toy drumming Sprightly bass Limited guitar riff
Check the sheet out of my favorite book
People don`t forget the penman It`s just that in 1979 people shouldn`t be allowed to get away with things like this
I say.
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