Suburban book of blues biggest construction in the undertaking. Hot coffee pad red flag warning. A sonic boom blast can reach tired poor mans deaf ears. Protection from the watchers, but are they in the bleachers? Gold meadow birds swerve to avoid the midnight creatures. Will you remember the little things when it has all been said and done? Emergency assistance, or a hardened shackle lock?. Tick tock tick tock tick tock went the clock before the bell was struck. A moody afternoon was spent day dreaming down by a river. Chasing clouds in ones mind could not be finer. Lamp shades meant to shade only blotted out the memory of ones past lover. A phonograph on a table played, but the neighboring stereo system only played their music louder. Telephones rang throughout the middle of the night. This is when the sun came back in and woke the boy into a man from a long awaited slumber. Sweat drenched. How could one have spent so many nickels and dimes so carelessly, and in such a fashionable manner. Sit down now said the cricket, it is time to enjoy a rather fine dinner. Thank you.