abstract

LESS WE SAY ABOUT IT THE BETTER

LET THE CENTURY PASS ME BY

I CAN SEE IT ALL FROM HERE

COME ON COME ON

THE FOOTHILLS

WHEN A FIRE STARTS TO BURN

SIGNALS HAVE CROSSED

COMPRESSED ON A TINY SCREEN

UNDER THE GUN

CLOSE ENOUGH TO BE YOUR GHOST

TIPTOE THROUGH OUR SHINY CITY