Hey mister a review 

A word for salad 

Is written by my friend 

In penman 



He uses long words 

Like semiotics and semolina 

But I counted 

With 

Enigma and metropolis 



The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism 

And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness 



Everything's coming to a grinding halt 

I use such long words 



It's all clever stuff 

All this charming childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image 

But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable image 



Tantalizing enigma 

Of the Cure 

They try to take 

Everything 



But the Cure really 

They're just trying to sell us something 

Their product is more artificial than most 

This is perhaps part of their 

Masterplan 

But it seems more like their naivity 



Everything's coming to a grinding halt 

Everything's coming to a grinding halt 

Everything's coming to a grinding halt 



Note how really songs what are made of (?) 

Murk and marshes 

Tawdry images 

Inane realisations 

Dull dull dull epigrams 

Sometimes they sound like an avant-garde John Otway 

Or an ugly spirit 



Toy drumming 

Sprightly bass 

Limited guitar riff 



Check the sheet out of my favorite book 



People don't forget the penman 

It's just that in 1979 people shouldn't be allowed to get away with things like this 



I say.