The music of Billy Bragg is somewhat charged to the polarity of a certain end of an ion. It resonates with me.
I may have been an accident waiting to happen. My life has lost its beauty and dignity and passion. But there is a freedom within that I have yet to discover.
And I have a tendency to wake up neighborhoods.
And I've had relations with girls from many nations.
As I wait for sleep to drag me under,
In the evening gloom I sit and wonder,
The words I should have said to you,
The things I always meant to do,
The bad dreams that all came true.
Guess that still doesn't answer what's in the very untupperware-like container.
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