Sweat and brycream whilst pits churn away relentlessly through the nightthe smell of rain soaked cobblestones as the kids sparked their clogs on the corner of the street and women chatted with cigarettes hanging from their mouths as they spill out each juicy bit of gossip. And I? Well I just pull over my candystripped sheet and rest for a few minutes more before the alarm clocks rattles it's bells to alert me to a new day.
(
maiden is filmed before a live studio audience,
Sun 9 Nov 2003, 22:08,
archived)