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I used to envy the grizzled journalist with her cigarettes and coffee
Fantasies of extracting information just through talking
Speaking truth

Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh huh
Wozzop
I phone drop then I head to the list
I thank God and my herbalist
You de gossip you no be journalist

the rug
If I, if I, if I
If I could wait if I could pull away
The Journalist has come he's here to stay
The Journalist has nothing left to say
I've been,

riddle me this, and let the journalist print it
Scorpions crawl, the Hawks fly, now what is Ntlemeza thinking?

You'd be naive to rebukely taint
Before you

Illusions – Invisible Inferior Interests Inside
Intruders

Jews Judging Jesus – Jerusalem’s Jealousy – Jacob Jumping Justice – Journalists Jobs Jeopardised -

when we
Were both involved in Poetry Ireland and The National Union of
Journalists, that I saw it as a song and would love to set it as such.
Being