"Farewell, OK"

 

(sequência daqui) Desenha as silhuetas de personagens sombrias (“I had a pocket full of presidents, a suitcase full of elements, double-cross of spectacles, a tycoon made of tentacles“), reanima fantasias (“Penelope Halfpenny sat on the desk, then stretched and grinned, she cracked her spine and so we sinned”) e tentações juvenis (“She took my hand in an experiment, put it where it shouldn't be, put it underneath her dress and waited to see”) ou reune no mesmo palco Mussolini, Gustav Mahler, Myrna Loy, Francis Bacon, Helena de Tróia, Lady Godiva, Godzilla e “The Marxists, Groucho, Chico, Harpo and Karl”. Exactamente o tipo de clássicos instantâneos capazes de desenhar completamente o argumento sobre “a part-time waitress with a dream of greatness“ apenas em quatro versos: “He wrote her name out in sugar on a Formica counter, ‘You could be the game that captures the hunter’, then he went out for cigarettes, as the soundtrack played The Marvelettes”.