One Liners

‘Fire a harpoon into the past…’

She was beautiful…

I’ve got to get out of here…

No time like the present…

Or the past…

‘Fire a harpoon into the past…’

I should like that…

I do like that..

Fire a harpoon into the past

Faces, faces, I’m coming last

(coming at last)

I’m coming at last…

I’m coming at last…

(phew!)

I never thought I’d get out of there…

Party Into The Night

Before then superstitious close when we walked away

Before, before dog became man into surreptitious glances

I walked alone into the unknown. Before again and again and again scurrying around from A to B backwards and forwards while others were making hay.

Close your eyes and forget it themselves again.

We are going to party into the night

Before we get too old and cry for yesterday  before tomorrow.

Now. Now. Before…