The magnificent structure straddled the river As I dictated my autobiography to my biographer When I heard this tune My title was "Renegade Genius" But was interrupted much too soon Was interrupted much too soon I received this line
Twister
From me in Hampstead he received a letter I headed it "Dear Twister" Up from West Hampstead I visited Keswick On permission from the guard I begun like this but could not continue it When I heard this tune (It begun like this but could not continue it) My ears were burned By this tune My head swooned By this tune
Twister
The train from London on day of lunacy Was packed with innocents Children tended by walkman'd parents Cretins auditioning For non-existent parts on TV One The train was a tube Within the crushing beauty of the countryside On the London-Keswick run
Twister
((MES in background: My head burned... burned... da da da da... my ears burned... Countryside has sold out... countryside... cheap phone calls home... Accent all around... cheap phone calls... ramble... grinning... Normally... rambled... in my ear hole... was day of lunacy... some things Like... explosives... of pages turned... shadows... massive fucking noises... pop stars... heh heh hackles... try mystic meg... twister... rustic town... Twister)
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