People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together and wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.
“Before they set us up, need a lawyer and an alibi Before we do the gig, let him know I’m camera-shy Shelves full of books, it’s a secret passageway on the other side
Surprise, surprise”