Well, what have we here? Nyah! Looks like vintage printage Hey, pal. Do you have a licence to operate this thing? I'm gonna have to book you on a two fifty-seven! What's all this brouhaha? Brouhaha? Hahaha! Well, gentlemen, I'm told we have some guitars coming shortly Well. Harvey's rather fond of guitars, er... aren't you Havey? Aye, I think I hear them right now... <> Oh! Well, we seem to have lost the guitars all of a sudden Hey! What'd you have to go and do that for? I just thought it'd go faster if I pushed the red button (.......... here's my card ......... I can't stand no more ........) Oh, the humanity! I GOT BLISTERS ON MY FINGERS!

I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get out of my bed Needed a cigarette To ease my head Reached out for the matches But they was all dead Ain't got no illumination To light my way ahead Oh, I wish that I had listened to What my Mama said She said, "A man needs his Zippo all the time!" Oh, a man needs his Zippo More than he needs a hippo Oh God, a man needs his Zippo More than he needs a hippo Or a polar bear instead Else he'll feel like he's dead Never get out of bed That's bad, yeah That's bad He don't need no hippo Only needs his Zippo Oh God, a man needs his Zippo all the time! Thought I'd get one together So I could be less together Couldn't find my matches My Zippo or whatever I'm always losing that lighter It's always in the same place ("Because I hide it there!") It's always up in my bedroom At the top of a long, winding staircase I go trudging up the staircase now... I met a lady last night She said her name was Bess When I asked her back to my place She quickly answered, "Yes!" She said, "I need fulfilment Of a slightly different kind I merely need a little blow To loosen up my mind" But I couldn't find no matches So I didn't get no grind Oh God! Oh... oh God! A man needs his Zippo all the time! All the time! All the time! All the time! All the time!

How I long to be with you I yearn to be at your feet Breathe air that enhaloes you Taste music that smells so sweet Warm fingers caress my cheek Bright touch, I can hardly speak Glad tears swell an ocean's tide Light surges from deep inside Such beauty keeps me alive Come, walk with me - be my guide Call me from the forest deep Dream me, so I wake from sleep <> Such beauty keeps me alive Come, walk with me - be my guide Call me from the forest deep Dream me, so I wake from sleep Such beauty keeps me alive Come, walk with me - be my guide Call me from the forest deep Dream me, so I wake from sleep Oh oh oh oh ...

"Wee have also Sound-Houses, wher wee practise and demonstrate all Sounds, and their Generation. Wee have Harmonies which you have not, of Quarter-Sounds and lesser Slides of Sounds. Diverse Instruments of Musick likewise to you unknowne, some sweeter than any you have; Together with Bells and Rings that are dainty and sweet. Wee represent Small Sounds as Great and Deepe; Likewise Great Sounds, Extenuate and Sharpe; Wee make diverse Tremblings and Warblings of Sounds, which in their Originall are Entire. Wee represent and imitate all Articulate Sounds and Letters, and the Voices and Notes of Beasts and Birds. Wee have certaine Helps, which sett to the Eare doe further the Hearing greatly. Wee have also diverse Strange and Artificiall Eccho's, Reflecting the Voice many times, and as it were Tossing it; And some that give back the Voice Lowder then it came, some Shriller, and some Deeper; Yea, some rendring the Voice, Differing in the Letters or Articulate Sound, from that they receyve. Wee have also meanes to convey Sounds in Trunks and Pipes, in strange Lines, and Distances." - Francis Bacon, The New Atlantis, 1624