I used to drive for a living
Hairy arms fed the wheel through my palms
Twitching feet made patterns on pedals
Reflexes honed in a twice-failed test
The pay man Lance kept me elastic bound
In the echelons of West One
Slim chance of the odd long journey
Kept me clinging to him for too long
Locked in a car all day
Came home and worked on 'Children At Play'
I had no deal then
But I had fifty blank tapes then in a bag waiting
Held out for Beckett's bunch
As the LTJ rejection letter flew in
I knew it wouldn't be long
Before I wrote Carbon Cones
Only last week, I noticed
That the colors of the lights in my studio
Were the same as the ones
You conjure in my mind
Yellow and green, green, pea green
Cherry red and red and blue
When my Amiga reads from a disk
You know the green fills the room
And your long summer dress fills my mind
When my Amiga reads from a disk
You know the green fills the room
And your long summer dress fills my mind
When my Amiga reads from a disk
You know the green fills the room
And your long summer dress fills my
My other jobs were none to speak of
"Make a coffee for the man in Avid One"
"Drop these lunches off then take
This Betacam to a place on Dean Street"
Most posts seemed
To involve the lifting of heavy boxes
Be they crates of soft drink
Or hyper-boring finance files
A man of such small frame
As I broke into several sweats a day
Whilst failing to procure even the hint
Of any musculature improvement
Heavy-lifting days are in the bin now
But I still dip into tempting
Wearing the odd suit, attending the odd interview
Subsidizing the drum programming you hear today
Only last week
Only last week
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Only only last week
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Only only last week
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Only last week
Only last week
Only last week
Only only last week
Only last week
Only last week
Only last week
Only last week
Only only last week, I noticed
That the colors of the lights in my studio
Are the same as the ones you conjure in my mind
Yellow and green, green pea green
Cherry red and red and blue
Just yesterday I was woken
By a flashing of a light from my studio
Confirming that this time stretch was complete
Yellow and green, green pea green
Cherry red and red and blue
Green, red, and blue
Green, red, and blue
Green, red, and-and blue
Green, red, and blue
Green, red, and blue
Green, red, and blue
Only last week, I noticed
That the colors of the lights in my studio
Are the same as the ones you conjure in my mind