  Yo Noni, I'm on it. Got the live album, really amazing stuff. Props to - My Perth tan, may it last a melbourne "summer" - Matty Haydn, a picture of poise, grace and concentration, kinda like diva in a ballet class - Internationally respected film director Shayne, stardom beckons, but maybe not the Casting Association.
- Errie B for looking after my "little Creatures" shrine. Don't forget that shit girlfriend. - Das Panda for sharing her lovenest with the likes of me so I can watch movies. - Melbourne bloggers, who hibernate in winter because our fingers are too cold to type. But it's spring now guys! Laurie, Guy, Katie where are you guys? That's it, I got nothin else except... How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable. This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined.
A confidence man but why so beleagued? He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer. Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike. Drilling for fear makes the job simple. Born on third. Thinks he got a triple. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. A think tank of aloof multiplication. A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter. Retrenchment and hoggishness.
The aristocrat choir sings, "What's the ruckus? " The haves have not a clue. The immenseness of suffering. And the odd negotiation. A rarity. With onionskin plausibility of life. And a keyboard reaffirmation.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.
The most beautiful Eddie V - "Bush leaguer", Riot Act 
