So it was Magazine all along

Having spent the last 22 years under a complete misapprehension, that there was a song I needed in my life called Permafrost by Celtic Frost, I have, at long last, been set to rights. You may blame UBU for drawing the scales from my eyes. Commence fault finding now.

Permafrost
By Howard Devoto

Thunder shook loose hail
on the outhouse again
Today I bumped into you again
I have no idea what you want
but there was something I meant to say
As the day stops dead
at the place where we’re lost
I will drug you and fuck you on the permafrost
There’s not much I miss
I’m far too forgetful for that
Sugar’s sweet some of the time
it’s hard to keep some things in mind
As the day stops dead
at the place where we’re lost
I will drug you and fuck you
on the permafrost



PS As usual, alcohol is much to blame for my addlepatedness