Going to the Pike Place Market to pick up presents, mountains coming out as a backdrop for a gleamning golden sound, paul simon pops into my head:
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
You just slip out the back, Jack...
You just slip out the back, Jack...
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