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40p No.1 Sunday 27th February 1994
Ink stamped scandal rolls in columns toward us.
Headlights bleed into dusk; axles strain under load.
Shedding their frosted jackets, forklifts growl to life.
The clock has stopped; we know well the time.
Headlights bleed into dusk; axles strain under load.
We stare into ink stained palms, waiting.
The clock has stopped; I know well the time.
Box-cutter blades at the ready. We are now.
I stare into ink stained palms, waiting.
Acrid exhaust claws over cog and consciousness, reaching.
Box-cutter blade at the ready. I am now.
With whip and crack tomorrow’s headlines march.
Acrid exhaust claws over cog and consciousness, reaching.
The factory cat saunters into night’s bite.
With whip and crack tomorrow’s headlines march.
Hillside, paper, hillside, pallet, hillside, push.
The factory cat saunters into night’s bite.
Muscle meets machine.
Hillside, paper, hillside, pallet, hillside, push.
Through callused hands Fleet Street freights.
Muscle meets machine.
Shedding their frosted jackets, forklifts growl to life.
Through callused hands Fleet Street freights.
Ink stamped scandal rolls in columns toward me.
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