Strange Bedfellows John Cooper Clarke
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A copper's nark...
The cautious talk of a city under suspicion
A perfumed collision...
With the real meaning of a girl
Working in the dark... from the velvet shadows...
In the... black-wood of engines
YOU'RE in suspension...
In the best of all possible worlds
Furnished rooms...
In tune... with the frozen taste of money
A broken television
Flickers in the corner of one eye
A variety show
That goes below......the freezing point of numbers
To understand.....an episode
Of a dream that money can buy
When a necromancer's crucifix....
And fifty dead assistants...
A beer by a dried UP fountain
It's the festival of the spoons: whatever that is
TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers...
On the lines of least resistance...
Into the middle distance...
Of a supermarket tune
The cautious talk of a city under suspicion
A perfumed collision...
With the real meaning of a girl
Working in the dark... from the velvet shadows...
In the... black-wood of engines
YOU'RE in suspension...
In the best of all possible worlds
Furnished rooms...
In tune... with the frozen taste of money
A broken television
Flickers in the corner of one eye
A variety show
That goes below......the freezing point of numbers
To understand.....an episode
Of a dream that money can buy
When a necromancer's crucifix....
And fifty dead assistants...
A beer by a dried UP fountain
It's the festival of the spoons: whatever that is
TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers...
On the lines of least resistance...
Into the middle distance...
Of a supermarket tune
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