“Two tires fly. Two Wail.A bamboo grove, all chopped downFrom it, warring songs.”
“For every rod of wet bamboo upon the student's back, the teacher deserves two.”
“This is the second Simply Red song on this tape. One's unforgivable. Two's a war crime. Can I fast-forward?”
“...record collection, with all those lifetimes and desires rhymed and distilled into two or three minutes of a song.”
“Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives.”
“Lovely morning, World War Two.”