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My dear Bomber, |
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It's
been ages since I last visited Sydney ,
and it's too bad I missed you then — we
could have visited the Red's
again for the first time and
enjoyed the 'RooBurger together.
Next time around, I expect I'll be playing Telstra
Stadium
and we
can hang together and throw back a Foster's or
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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 paratroopers right
now about my forthcoming album — they've
promised me that they're gonna promote
the thing 'till they're too
true blue
in the face. Tom
himself is going to be hittin' it down-under
thunder
style 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 Red's I
miss 'em the most and hope to see them
soon! |
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Ciao
for now, -W |
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