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Saturday 5 April 2014

Sixteen Cubes to Fill


They won't all have vintage typewriters in them but I have two more that might fit within the 15" x 15" perimeters. Of course, the IBM Selectrics are out of luck and will not have a berth here.

Oh yes, the Carolyne Mas album cover. Anyone remember her as a singer from the sixties/seventies?
She had the potential to be big. Leads to the question, why do come make it and others not.



Lyrics to Still Sane

Ooh, you had me crying
Tears upon your pillow
Hanging your head on the wall

Show 'em you can take it
Serve it like
You never could fall

Still sane
You may think you're crossing the line
Still sane
You may think you're losing your mind

As you stare at their faces
Stare at their faces
Stare at their faces
Ooh, ooh, ooh, still sane

Ooh, you had me running
Crazy without looking
Hurling around in the night

Turn another corner
Everything is brighter
Smile with your face to the light

Still sane
You may think you're crossing the line
Still sane
You may think you're losing your mind

As you stare at their faces
Stare at their faces
Stare at their faces
Ooh, ooh, ooh, still sane

Ooh, just keep 'em guessing
Know one has to know it
All of your love is in vain

Better keep your chin up
Even if they strike it
Give them no pleasure from your pain

Still sane
They may think you're crossing the line
Still sane
They may think you're losing your mind

Stare at their faces
Stare at their faces
Stare at their faces

Ooh, ooh,, still sane
Still sane, ooh, na na na
Still sane, still sane
Ooh, na na na, still sane
Still sane, still sane
Ooh, na na na, still sane
Still sane, still sane...