- Lyrics and some sources. Delightfully free of popups and transparencies. Nothing special, but that's what we're looking for.
- Songlists and discography. The former stands on its simplicity. The latter is an apt representation of the ball of confusion we call the recording innustry.
* We must observe, even before you read them, that these highlights are in our own context, appropriated from the song, and this is as it should be. Everything, after all, is autobiography.
Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word
And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the wall
But boys, my needles have got rusty, and it will not play at all
Beatrice, I love my phonograph mmm, babe and I'm bound to lose my mind
Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home
I wanna wind your little phonograph, just to hear your little motor moan