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| My dear Space Babe , | |||||
 It's
been ages since I last visited Bronx
Psychiatric Center ,
and it's too bad I missed you then — we
could have visited the Cafeteria
again for the first time and
enjoyed the BiPolarBaconBurger
together. Next time around,
I expect I'll be playing the
3rd Floor Visitor's Lounge and
we can hang together and throw back a Deseryl or
two. |
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| Unfortunately,
I don't actually have a new album or a
tour or any new songs to lay on you right
this second, but maybe you could listen
to This Moody Bastard a
coupla times while I'm getting it all together
on my end. I sorta wrote that one with
you in mind, so I guess it's "our
song", if you know what I mean. |
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| I'll
tell you this, though: Tom Whalley and
the gang at Warners are all as excited
as polo ponies right
now about my forthcoming album — they've
promised me that they're gonna promote
the thing 'till they're "The
Color Of Money" in the face.
Tom himself is going to be hittin' it hand
job for all he's worth until my
album screams to the top of the charts
and stays there for a couple of months
or more. |
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| Tell
the gang at Cafeteria's I
miss 'em the most and hope to see them
soon! |
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| Ciao
for now, -W |
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