I had intended to post something Irish for the day, or possibly talk about Peter O'Toole in Venus, which my parents and I saw earlier this evening. But I went downstairs around ten o'clock and got caught in the first five minutes of A Face in the Crowd (1957), which I'd somehow managed never to hear of, and there was no looking away. How did Andy Griffith go from Lonesome Rhodes to Andy Taylor? First I thought of Harlan Ellison's Spider Kiss (1961), and then of our current political situation. But we get wise to them. That's our strength. We get wise. I don't know if we do.
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- 1: I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin
- 2: This new one is derived, he tells me, from page 225 of the London telephone directory
- 3: Give me a cipher, give me a lover, set me free
- 4: It's not what I was made to do, but believe me, I still care
- 5: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 6: Am I one of those human beings?
- 7: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 8: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 9: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 10: You are just the fingertips of something
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