Spin Spin whiskey and gin I suffer my art bartender I've got wild mushrooms growing in my yard fix me up quarter petrol clams on the half shell feels like prohibition baby Give me the hard sell more give me more give me more and more and more on your Yes man. Yes ma'am on your Yes man. Lord have mercy. I know what I'm doing. I don't need an alibi. I need a fire escape an open window.

It's my problem. It's nothing I can't deal with. I'm not chasing anything. Just jogging baby. What's your bag included this part of a song by Lloyd Cole. Because I thought it encapsulated the frenetic cocaine fueled way of being 1980s and so with the alliteration and if you just listen to the flavors of the words and you know I'm here Yes ma'am Yes ma'am.

Um you're Yes man. there's a there's a there's a there's a and it's and then Saturday captured in the language. And so maybe it's not the most profound quote amongst all these but it's just so flavorful that I wanted people I was in New York City I moved there in 1989 at the tail end of that snow storm a call the 1980s and just to have people you know that I think that this song should be put in a time capsule. So when people look back on what it was like in London, Paris, New York in the 1980s. And to feel that, that alive this like this, this this little postcard that void coal paint Did it does it perfectly