Rabbit, rabbit! To inagurate the new month, I may have slept as much as ten or eleven hours. It feels extremely unfair that I should still be tired. On the other hand, I dreamed of a rediscovered short film by Powell and Pressburger, previously known to exist only in work-print fragments, although the way its characters eddied out of time in the sensible, in-camera fashion of the Archers, it seemed just as likely that the film had not been there in its canister five minutes before someone looking for a reel of something completely different in the BFI vaults reached for it. Yesterday was brilliant cold October; today is November overcast as rain. We had no further trick-or-treaters, but the door still turned in the year.
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- 1: That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
- 2: In those days, I still believed in the future
- 3: And even if I can't read it right, everything's a message
- 4: I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
- 5: I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living
- 6: We only want the world to know that we support the status quo
- 7: How she'll greet me when she meets me when my ship gets in to port
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- 9: We rented a glass-bottom boat, we got farther from shore
- 10: Or the ocean's brine will turn to wine
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