We don’t really make bad records, though some people might like some more than others. And we have never really done a bad show. So I think in a way maybe we’ve been taken for granted.
You spend your life dreaming, running ’round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.
I like a good beer. Of course, I’ll drink a bad one too. Let no person thirst for lack of real ale! Thank god for long-necked bottles, the angel’s remedy.
