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I'm eternally to my past influences
But they not free me, I am not diseased
All the people ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic

should be full of strangeness like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day, I'm a DJ
A creeping wreck, a mental
Everybody asks me how I wrote, Man'

His soul hurts though it's filled up
The praise received is sent back or taken apart
The Observer magazine about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied,

I'm living a fake, people say, "You are to and great"
But I wrote for 90 days, I'll get a good deal
And I'll go away, away the empty brains
That ask how I wrote, 'Elastic

His last work was, 'Space Mystery' in the Daily
An article in Leather Thighs, the only thing real is
And rubbing your eyes, so I'm to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its

it, let the beard grow, I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow, the is sparse
But in the town, stop me in the shops
they'll track me down

Touch my shoulder and my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile and they ask me
And they will ask me how I wrote, 'Elastic