so while you sit and whistle, ‘dixie’, with your money and your power…

…i can hear the flowers a’growin’ in the rubble of the towers.

Weekend off. Pastel yellow nails. Cava. A casual play-off final. A birthday brother. A Booze Britannia. Must get some sleep. Oh and this is top 30 material – just to settle my excitement. Get a load of it.


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