We demand a universal grid

We demand a universal grid

We demand a universal grid

We demand a universal grid ID-Ray High, Gridlife Chronicles, November the tenth, 1992

I'm working on my own in here, going over some old music I did in 1970

It's got something, something special, I could really dream then

It ain't such a bad dream either. Walking to a club

I've been completely degraded by chasing publicity

Degraded, yeah, I'll never go back, I know too much

I know how it's done, I can't discover it all over again, make it seem new You're great, Ray, you know that, man, here, hold up, this is the place

What? Can't go in here, that bloody cow Ruth Streeting uses this club

She hates my guts

It's her job to hate your guts, she's a journalist, it's nothing personal Oh sod it, I forgot, of course she won't be here, she's in the States

Oh c'mon, let's go in anyway

We've got to get back in the mainstream sometime

Come on, you own shares in the place That cow wrote that I'm ugly

Well, you are ugly

I'm not

Yes, you are

No, I'm not

Well, you are, actually

Oh bullocks, Oh, let's go in