Ahhh relief

We’ve moved into the later eighties. Nothing but federalism was in my brain when I opened my eyes. But as the cat brekkie was being prepared and the kettle was sizzling, a Shriekback song started forming.
These eyes are blind
This is the real thing
something something something
fragile as anything
We had some good (machines, routines?)
But they don’t work no more
something something instrumental interlude