"I took a walk down to the port Where strangers meet and do consort All blinkered with desire And a winter fog moved thickly on A winter fog moved thickly on A winter fog moved thickly onNow, who will be the witness When the fog's too thick to seeAnd I saw a friend beside a wall Her hands were raised in supplication And her face I could not see at all And I raised my hands in rage And brought them down again And we entered through the eastern door And I entered through the eastern door And she entered through the eastern doorNow, who will be the witness When you're all to blind to see O yes, yes, yesAnd time gets somewhat muddled here But no matter, no matter Here come the events all tumbling down Now, beyond the wall was a great garden Into which we passed Me and my friend And the place was all overgrown with weeds And behold from its centre there rose a great fountain The fountain with the healing waters And we knelt down by the rim And I dipped my hand in And she dipped her hand in too And I said "Are you healed?" And she said "Well are you healed?" And I said "Yes, I'm healed" And she said "Well, yes I'm healed then too" And I said "Babe, you are a liar" "Babe, you are a liar" "Babe, you are a liar, too" Now, who will be the witness When you're all to healed to seeAnd I kissed her once, I kissed her twice And made my way to leave her And she raised her hand up to her face And brought it down again I said "That gesture, it will haunt me" "That gesture it will haunt me" And I left there by the eastern door She left there by the western doorNow, who will be the witness there When you're blind and you can't see Who will be the witness there When you're all so clean and you cannot see Who will be the witness there When your friends are everywhere Who will be the witness there And your enemies have ceased to care"
“You can't buy a bag of peanuts in this town without someone writing a song about you.â€
Mr Mousebender: And I thought to myself, "A little fermented curd will do the trick," so, I curtailed my Walpoling activities, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles. Henry Wenslydale: Come again? Mr Mousebender: I want to buy some cheese. Henry Wenslydale: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player. Mr Mousebender: Certainly not. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse. Henry Wenslydale: Sorry? Mr Mousebender: [in a silly Northern accent] Ooh, I like a nice dance - you're forced to.
"Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death...in a cesspool."