Shot. Like a photoshoot, nickel needle, a seed'll grow to a tree with a perchin' bird in it shot too.
I see one of those cellars that are two opening doors angled off the ground like they have in those older restaurants. Where they keep the cans and kegs. People like to smoke beside 'em. That's the one the guy'is knocking at.
"Can I have some more?"
Oh, the damage done. Those old live recording, two mics - sound is foolproof. But then they went all hi-fi on us. No screw-ups now. Well, not as much screwin' up. I feel like the microphone feedback is worse, the better lip feedback you get.
Even Dylan's old recordings sound just as good live. Till they cut off the record needle. Now, it's thin numbers sounding, resounding flat.
"Can I have some more?"
Oh no, the damage done. No more real records now.
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A secret : What every city needs isn't another bar. It's a first saloon. The one I'm putting together with Yves Bregvin once we have some cash and waitresses is going to be famous. Little hotel room doors at the top and a nice bar with "Some of these days" playing like in Nausea. Bartender with the purple/blue necktie and all.
Those saloon doors. You can see in in Summer. Yes, yes.
It's gonna be called The White Elephant.
The White Elephant Saloon.
Juss' need the money. But these days that's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"You take the Future" - Hank Snow, "Heysátan" - Sigur Rós
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