There's a ghost of elephant in the room, one long dead but still some hold it to be alive. They were told once it existed as something as stable as gravity but it died as the imaginary being it was and no one told them. The 17 syllable ghost. I invited it to dance with me.
pouring coffee was there ever a
winter's snow in St. Mary Mead
hælder kaffe op var det nogensinde
vinter i St. Mary Mead
*
dark voiced instruments that's how a
cosy Saturday's murder comes
instrumenter med mørke stemmer sådan
starter lørdagens mord
*
by the beef counter (I just got paid)
the comfort of London Calling
ved køddisken (har lige fået løn)
tryghed ved London Calling
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as Bing to my parents Clash to me and
Suicide by Farfisa
som Bing for mine forældre Clash for
mig Suicides Farfisa
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