‘It’s not enough of a life,’ he says. ‘I try,’ he says, ‘but there’s only so much you can do with certain raw material.’ He walks beside me for a moment, makes as if to touch my arm, then falls awkwardly back. ‘Domesticity!’ he yells, then says the word again, quieter this time, meek. ‘Domesticity. Anyway, Colin, where were you, exactly, the day that they was handing out the brains?’

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Ozone hole caused
by too much rugby football,
big hole caused
by going for the line.

I got a friend
comes from Takapuna
She don’t sunbathe
when the weather’s fine.

Usually his music will release the words, but in this particular number I think you can see that it just goes ahead and traps them.

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