are beaming visions through the darkness Rules for waiving Futures dreaming, up For one so young, for one so free No curtains hung, no history To rush headlong into the sea Guitars are strung with mystery, for you "Must get myself a box of matches" was a song made famous by Frank Sinatra a classic in its time, that's come again adopted by the new wave of smokers a mature ol' wheezer, smouldering geezer recall him as a fag you're lighting but a well known doctor is informing, "be careful what you put in writing" the fruit machines are all regulated the beer you drink is nearly all water and modern film just goes downhill that 'better lock away your daughter' is pure shit, do dismiss it and make your own choice in life's indian I mean, meat madras and boiled rice is nice but remember that's only my opinion (Doo be do) I like a joke as much as the next man that's not to say the next man is a joke and I don't like his jokes the content is as clich?d as his delivery. he's unpretentious, yes, but selfish you try laughing at his expense. I like a drink as much as the next man, or approximately as much, I mean, let's not get too serious about this, there's no use in crying over wasted words. poor thing hurting for amusement oh, can't you take a joke? oh, can't you see the funny side? don't you know