4570. GAULT

GAULT

It takes a long time to make a song ;

all that witty rhyme and vocal matter,

matching music to words and in-between

patter, just so someone can have it on

in the background all day while they

listen. I won't confuse a ghost with

anything of this at all.

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When I was nine, it was not, certainly,

Caspar Hauser  -   just instead a friendly

ghost, a meaningful haunt, a gentle sentiment

of Brotherhood and Good. Then the years

came around and changed everything.

Dienbienphu to you.

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Now it's like some baleful oath, a 1984

that no one passes anymore. I have to ask,

oh transparent one, who is John Gault and

why does it matter? Who is John Gault at all?

It takes too long to make a song  -  and

you'll all be disappointed after all.