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21.10.2003 Tuesday morning @ 12:48 a.m. *Take Me Somewhere Nice* Ghosts in the photograph never lie'd to me. I'd be all of that. I'd be all of that. A false memory would be everything. A denial my eliminent. What was that for? What was that for? What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow? Would you fear them? Every aircraft, every camera, is a wish that wasn't granted. What was that for? What was that for? Try to be bad. Try to be bad. . . . A Mogwai number which is my favourite from this album. Now I can remember all the wonderful memories I've had. . . .

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