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Cure - Desperate Journalist Lyrics

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  • Hey mister a review
  • A word for salad
  • Is written by my friend
  • In penman
  • He uses long words
  • Like semiotics and semolina
  • But i counted
  • With
  • Enigma and metropolis
  • The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism
  • And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness
  • Everything's coming to a grinding halt
  • I use such long words
  • It's all clever stuff
  • All this charming childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image
  • But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable image
  • Tantalizing enigma
  • Of the cure
  • They try to take
  • Everything
  • But the cure really
  • They're just trying to sell us something
  • Their product is more artificial than most
  • This is perhaps part of their
  • Masterplan
  • But it seems more like their naivity
  • Everything's coming to a grinding halt
  • Everything's coming to a grinding halt
  • Everything's coming to a grinding halt
  • Note how really songs what are made of (?)
  • Murk and marshes
  • Tawdry images
  • Inane realisations
  • Dull dull dull epigrams
  • Sometimes they sound like an avant-garde john otway
  • Or an ugly spirit
  • Toy drumming
  • Sprightly bass
  • Limited guitar riff
  • Check the sheet out of my favorite book
  • People don't forget the penman
  • It's just that in 1979 people shouldn't be allowed to get away with things like this
  • I say.

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