Shanghai Love Motel

SLM is:	Bryan Brown, vocals, guitar, and songs	Mark Hennessy, drums and vocals	Bill Millard, vocals, bass, and songs	Adam Russell, guitar and vocals

Dialogue from a paperback... He who laughed first overrated the joke. Hot buttered by the margarine sun, agented to some dude with a scythe. Maybe every lover has occasional nights when you should really just find yourself a Really Good Cheap Motel. I am the king of memory; see my princes bow! Some dim bulb's invited you for dim sum at Tiffany's, predigested nuggets of wisdom and unearned epiphanies. When I guessed her velocity, I couldn't suss out her position. I'm ready to waive my Miranda. Spare me the bedwetter billionaires, crying in their cocktails on the 19th hole. Don't fret your pretty head if the soul may travel to places the days of your life will unravel. With all due respect, I don't believe respect is due. I'm drinking breakfast with a rapture and tonic. All of these wires will not convey the electric words I just have to say. When it breaks, and it always does, remember there's only so much you can do with your hands. I need my dose of Psychodramamine. I bring regrets from the Marlboro man (invent him tall in the saddle, love). Nobody's buying his love or his lies: he trades himself in like a dirt-cheap pawnshop prize. After the love-taps of the pneumatic drill, a simple broken heart is such a thrill! Paper merges with oxygen at Fährenheit 451. Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone. Inside every hipster is a terrified heart. Then I was plunged through the atmosphere, branded, blackened, and cursed. I burn my candle down, waiting for night to have done with me. Don't expect too much to last; the road is bleak, the road is vast. Lord, don't let me die in an industrial park.