The names his par- called him included stupid little shit, id, when he resisted his father's ices, dumbfucker.

She was listening distractedly as an elderly docent intoned to a circle of listless children.

The old songs spool out, reaffirming once again everything that is great about the Streets. Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep, runs a line from Turn the Page, pointing up [Mike] Skinner's ability to grapple with existential dread as well as the cinematic, blow-by-blow accounts of everyday lairiness.

If you tell me, Good morning / I'm gonna tell you, That's a lie / If you say I'm old, baby / I'm gonna give you the evil eye