Since no one has commented on this one, I feel that I should. Buried beneath one of the most lo-fi of the early TMG recordings is a great song with some very powerful lines. The narrator has walled himself away from the outside world, possibly both physically and metaphorically (via drugs or just a a mental state that makes the world hum). His world is invaded by a friend or other person who comes to check on him - '3 weeks of newspapers' tells you how long its been. The narrator doesn't mind the visit, but wants no interaction at all. And uses music to avoid conversation/interrogation.
The specific line "I have no answers to those particular questions" has been very useful to me more than once.
Since no one has commented on this one, I feel that I should. Buried beneath one of the most lo-fi of the early TMG recordings is a great song with some very powerful lines. The narrator has walled himself away from the outside world, possibly both physically and metaphorically (via drugs or just a a mental state that makes the world hum). His world is invaded by a friend or other person who comes to check on him - '3 weeks of newspapers' tells you how long its been. The narrator doesn't mind the visit, but wants no interaction at all. And uses music to avoid conversation/interrogation.
The specific line "I have no answers to those particular questions" has been very useful to me more than once.