I Am the Voice Left From Drinking by Freud, James -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Cover Dedication CONTENTS FOREWORD CHAPTER ONE

‘We’re putting the band back together!’ I believe we booked the suite Models! You’re on in five minutes Saturday 24 March 2001

CHAPTER TWO

Hello world! Star Wars Where do I sign? Never record anything unless you mean it

CHAPTER THREE

The World According to Barry Earl James and the Colonel Nick Cave doesn’t have blood on his hands (it’s dog shit)

CHAPTER FOUR

Never fall in love with a Modern Girl

CHAPTER FIVE

Space Invaders and Lebanese dealers It might destroy me, oops, too much! We have lift-off

CHAPTER SIX

I’m not gay! Here in his car, he feels safest of all We’ll fix it in the mix What a drag it is getting old London calling Wish you were here

CHAPTER SEVEN

All pop stars must die Bringing down the Berlin wall Facing the North Pole in August Here we go again

CHAPTER EIGHT

Last drinks, thanks gentlemen!

CHAPTER NINE

I can’t believe they picked him The three-piece rules! The Models request the pleasure of your company The serious moonlight

CHAPTER TEN

I am never going up in one of those things again Have a cigar, boy

CHAPTER ELEVEN

You’re big rock guys now They’re gonna crucify me Death by media London is the epicentre of all things shitrous

CHAPTER TWELVE

USA! USA! USA! This is the end

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Out of the frying pan, into the heat You’re not a kid any more Freak out

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It cost how much? Thank God I’m not a country boy The Freuds have left Bowral

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The New Testament Beatfish rocks

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Hula Mama The rock star is dead

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