| On a Saturday Night |
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| On a Saturday Night |
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| On the windows, like tall ghosts guarding
The Gate, Our curtains fall rejecting the Gaffer's grip. On the Box a minor video tapes himself murdering a girl. His parents try to protect him. |
| On the leather chair Geoffrey sits reading
the Bible. On a Saturday night! Oh, my God! On Triple J dance music beats its way Mercilessly to the drum within. |
| On the screen, like tall ghosts, computer
images rock rhythmically. The Woman-instrument la-lars something, the Hi-hat goes wild. A definite Bass is introduced and we're on our way.... It's a sony... |
| Everything records its own astral trip
Onto the Great Akashic CD Burner in the Sky. And everything is recorded, every little thing; Every thought and deed, emotion and need. |
