Come on you target for faraway laughter;
Come on you stranger, you legend,
You martyr, and shine
Pink Floyd (Shine On You Crazy Diamond)
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Who Needs Information
 

Billy: I'm from the valleys.
Jim: You're from the valley?
Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; Wales, male voice choirs.
Jim: Whales? Now is this sperm or blue-tip?

Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.
Jim: Sorry.
Billy: Me and Benny went out.
Jim: Who's Benny?

Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got
How'd you make a have out of a have not?
Hmmmm.
Who needs information
When you're working underground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Benny climbed up on a footbridge

And he teetered on the parapet
He said can you see the whites of their headlights?
Are they coming yet?

Who needs information
This high off the ground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear?
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Some way out of here
Some way out of here
Out of here, some way
Out of here, some way
Out of here, some way out of here

Benny hefted a breezeblock
And tried to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear?
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here
Some way out of here
Some way out of here
Out of here, some way
Out of here, some way
Out of here, some way out of here

Who needs information yeah
When you're living on borrowed time?
Just give me confirmation
There will be a winner this time

Who needs information
When you're working underground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs, who needs, who needs information
This high off the ground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds — yeah

(Morse Code:  "it is they that must fight and die ... Herbert Hoover")

Jim: Um.
Jim lights a cigarette.
Jim: So your brother's in jail?

   
 
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