Bury Me With Big Time

Bury me with Big Time.

When I’m dead, cross my arms and place GOT1 between my hands and my heart.

For tonight Punk was murdered.

When I die I will go to a better place – a place where And So I Watch You From Afar did not perform Big Time with the Ulster Orchestra.

A place where Brian Young is still young and punk.

When I die I will only have memories of the precious things – and I will forget the pretensions of strings and harps and a song with no beginning or end – just a doodling middle – with no words or drive or excitement. A great song – destroyed.

Bury me with Big Time – you’ll find it in the shed.

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