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• Artiste: Taxpayers (The)
• Titre: A Matter of Simple Deduction
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I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town when the buildings started to shiver and shake. Shimmering rain came down in sheets and then glittered like glass on the empty streets. I could see your face in the wind; I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing: “It's the end, it's the goddamn end! Come on, baby, light that fire!” It's a matter of simple deduction. It's a matter of complete control. You can hold hands with the man in the tower, but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul. So there I was, right? Stuck in the street. Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet. Glittering glass, piles of trash, stuttering into the w-w-wind. I could see your face in the air, I could taste your skin on my lips. But this is the end, this is the END! Come on, baby, light that fire!