This is the quietest tiger.
In outer space nobody can hear you scream.
Is that where I am Major Tom? That where we are?
No. No.
I think then that I'm reporting up from down in the underworld.
Is that where I am Major Tom? That where we are?
No. No.
I think then that I'm reporting up from down in the underworld.
The upside down River Yarra is the Styx.
The Boatman approaches with his boat's sail tattered, barely managing a bulb-struck moth's erratic flutter, the shreds and threads of it flying like an ensign of permanent defeat, as Hemingway might have had it.
For this season, oh best beloved, the Tigers have had it.
For this season, oh best beloved, the Tigers have had it.
And the Old Man is dead.
There shall be no great fish for us to defy the great famine with for now.
What's left for now is only football.
To cross the River can only lead you Beyond Blue with the Devil in Hawthorn.
So we will not pay the Ferryman.
But we can never never again look back.
So we will not pay the Ferryman.
But we can never never again look back.
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