Just some random space rock, Lord of Light. Happens of the seventh year and what's wrong with the juke box!
Just some random space rock, Lord of Light. Happens of the seventh year and what's wrong with the juke box!
Hall of the Mountain Grill, or something like that. Here at the Compound we're whistling Dixie. Just taking it easy, until the next time.
"The time has come for you to choose, better get it right."
Your old Pal,
LSP