Dancing in my underpants. I'm gonna run for government. I'm gonna form a covers band and all. And back there by the baby grand. Didn't mr. winter wonderland. Say come here kid we really need to talk?. Bear with me man I lost my train of thought. I fantasise and call it quits. I swim with the economists. And I get to the bottom of it for good. By the time when reality hits. The chimes of freedom fell to bits. The shining city on the fritz. They come out of the cracks. Thirsty for blood. Oh just as the apocalypse. Finally gets prioritised. And you cry some of the hottest tears. You ever cried. Multiplied by five. I suppose a singer must die. Singsongs 'round the money tree. This stunning documentary. That no one else unfortunately saw. Such beautiful photography. It's worth it for the opening scene. I've been driving 'round listening to the score. Or maybe I just imagined it all. I've played to quiet rooms like this before. Bear with me man I lost my train of thought