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Slight paucity of gigs over the last month. But the songs are coming thick and fast. Here’re the words to one we just finished.

Won’t Stop

I draw a line in the sand
And you hate me
I make a face in the water
And you want to drown me
I carve a God from cold stone
And you want to bury me

But I
Won’t stop.

I open your eyes to the colours
And you blind me
You hear my voice in the darkness
And you want to strangle me
I give you a taste of tomorrow
And it never comes for me

But I
Won’t stop.

So small so small we are so small
And it boggles my mind
That your mind
Could be smaller

So cold so cold in the end it’s so cold
And all we have
Is the time
And a spark
From the fire…

I draw a line in the sand
And you hate me
I make a face in the water
And you drown me
I carve a God from cold stone
And you bury me

But I
Won’t stop.

Not so long ago, the dean of an art school saw fit to ostracize, condemn, and denounce the work of a student. Not so long ago, a showbiz kiss ruffled the greasy feathers of the moral militia, and became the darling of the vacuous, master-of-misdirection media. Not so long ago, we were supposed to be free.