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Your picture… Of yourself… Is a media myth… Underneath this floor… We’re on the edge… Of a cliff… All true… And the cliff… Has never felt so close… Nor as obvious… As during the last two years… But what else… Might we expect… If the collection… Is in tact… Metal Box!… Somewhat, Ironically… Uncle Bill… Probably had a hand in making… The metal box… Seeing that… He worked… At… Well, Metal Box P.L.C…. Actually… Not P.I.L…. Sent him deaf… No compensation… No real proof… They said… Like they say now… About all the side effects… Like the M.O.D. say… About the casualties of their wars.
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No real proof… Of anything… Just the experience… There is a vague memory… That Metal Box… Went at some point… Which would be a pity… Death Disco… Is an absolute classic… About the dead… being able to see… Through the eyes… Of the living… And vice versa… Weirdly… Years later… That’s pretty much what happened… When Uncle Bill died… And wanted to look in… At his wake… He was still seeing Faz… As a sixteen year old… Which would have been his age… When Uncle Bill moved in… By the time he died… Faz was in his late forties… Which means… That memory can petrify the senses.
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Into the Abyss... On twelve inch… Mind… On twelve inch… Worth an absolute fortune now… But probably went… A long time before that… We may, though… Be pleasantly surprised… And there may yet… Be no vinyl… At all… We will have to get a turntable… If we want to play them… Again… Have they started re-manufacturing the stylus’… The equipment itself… Will cost a small fortune… Worth it though… To hear the click… And fuzz… Of the lead up… And the whir… And click… Of the arm at the finish… They may have finally improved… That aspect of things… Which would be rather a pity.
France & Vincent 