Happy solstice!
spatch and I inaugurated the shortest night by walking out for ice cream and then returning to watch a bunch of music videos. I was infuriated to read before bed that the president of Warner Bros. Discovery cannot tell a hole in the ground from reasons not to dismantle TCM—aside from its importance to film history and preservation or its last sixteen years as a lifeline for me through life-derailing illness, it's a guaranteed moneymaker; people who otherwise couldn't want less from a cable TV package will pay for it. I am aware this is a familiar refrain. I'd rather just be singing to conjure summer in.
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- 1: I know, I've seen the scythe in its sheath
- 2: Do you like tying knots in things?
- 3: We can trace the lines they followed sixteen hundred years ago
- 4: But somehow the vital connection is made
- 5: There's always somebody downstairs
- 6: A lie you told to the maze I'm in
- 7: Wrote a scholar from the island that they kept from me
- 8: Many arms around the mast as your ship starts cracking
- 9: I do some of my best work in the British Museum
- 10: I made a deal with the devil, but I never got paid
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