Ed O'Brien - Spooks lyrics

[Spoken word: Joanna Newsom] Well, morning Sam Like a bad-luck planet in today's horoscope, here's the ol' hippie hating mad dog himself in the flesh Lieutenant detective Christian F. "Bigfoot" Bjornsen [?] John Wayne walk, a flattop of Flintstone proportions and a sh** evil twinkle in his eye that says 'civil rights violation' At Playa Vista High, Shasta made Cla** Beauty in the yearbook four years running, always got to be the ingenue in school plays, fantasized like everybody else about getting into the movies, and soon as she could manage it was off up the freeway looking for some low-rent living space in Hollywood. Doc, aside from being just the only doper she knew who didn't use h**n, which freed up a lot of time for both of them, had never figured out what else she might've seen in him. Not that they were even together that long. Soon enough she was answering casting calls and getting some theater work, onstage and off, and they each gradually located a different karmic thermal above the megapolis, gliding each into a different fate Back when they were together, she could go weeks without anything more complicated than a pout Now she was laying some heavy combination of face ingredients on Doc that he couldn't really read at all Does it ever end? Of course it does It did