I can’t expect two youngsters like you to find it much fun talking to an old buffer like me.

[…] they stood in the region of perpetual snow, amidst the glittering, treacherous glaciers and crevasses, with vast slippery-pathed precipices yawning round.

Everyone just put their goddamn heads together and zoned. (Byron Coley, liner notes for the album Piece for Jetsun Dolma by Thurston Moore)

The only time I walk out on singin' is when there's muckin' about and youse don't take it serious.