Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me:
'Why do you let me lie here wastefully?
I am all you never had of goods and sex.
You could get them still by writing a few cheques.'


High Windows (1974)


Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had of goods and sex. You could get them still by...

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had of goods and sex. You could get them still by...

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had of goods and sex. You could get them still by...

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had of goods and sex. You could get them still by...