on the cross of commerce - low pop suicide

1. here we go - 0:00
2. kiss your lips - 4:30
3. my way - 7:32
4. disengaged - 11:39
5. it's easy - 14:49
6. your god can't feel my pain - 17:02
7. crush - 21:24
8. ride - 25:55
9. gimme gimme - 30:38
10. imagine my love - 34:39
11. all in death is sweet - 39:03

January 9, 1915:
We had a very good walk. The purplish fields outside Kingston reminded me of Saragossa. There is a foreign look about a town which stands up against the sunset and is approached by a much trodden footpath across a field. I wonder why one instinctively feels that one is complimenting Kingston absurdly in saying that it is like a foreign town. On the towpath we met and had to pass a long line of imbeciles. The first was a very tall young man, just queer enough to look twice at, but no more, the second shuffled, and looked aside, and then one realized that everyone in that long line was a miserable ineffective shuffling creature, with no forehead, or no chin, and an imbecile grin, or a wild suspicious stare. It was perfectly horrible. They should certainly be killed.
- From the diary of Virginia Woolf