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Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

From Zero to Buried in 20 Minutes

Last night I hit a point I hadn't been to in a long time. There were no vinyls on my desk when I left (with no prospect of them showing up when I was gone). This morning I finished up some other scutt work. Coasting good. A good day.

And then the avalanche started. And it's all do today by 3pm. Blech.

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