I thought that you were joking when you said "I want to see you to discuss your contribution to the future of our nation's heart and soul. Six o'clock, my place, Whitehall". Well I arrived just after seven, but you said "It doesn't matter, I understand your situation and your image" and I'm flattered. "Oh, I'd just like to tell you that I love all of your albums. Could you sign this for my daughter? She's in hospital, her name is Miriam. Now I'll get down to the gist: Do you want a line of this? Are you a - socialist?" Doing fine. Buzzzzzin' all the time. Ah, just one hit and I feel great. And I support the Welfare State. Ah, you must be a socialist. 'Cos you're always off out on the piss. In your private members' bar. Oh yes you are, you superstar! Well you sing about common people and the mis-shapes and the mis-fits. So can you bring them to my party and get them all to sniff this and all I'm really saying is come on and rock the vote for me; all I'm really saying is come on, roll up that note for me. Your choice in all of this is: Do you want hits, or do you want misses? Are you a - socialist, yeah, socialist, yeah, socialist, yeah ? Oh yeah... "Oh you can be just what you want to be. Oh just as long as you don't try to compete with me. And we've waited such a long time for the chance to help our own kind. So now, please come on and tow the party line. Oh you owe it to yourself. Don't think of anybody else and we promise we won't tell, we won't tell, we won't tell, no we won't, no we won't, no we won't, no we won't tell".
Note: Cocaine Socialism was originally titled "Northern Souls"
Nota 2: Vean la reseña de blogueratura en el Universal Online dando click al título de este post. (lástima que hayan escrito mal la url de mi hermoso directorio snif)