it.

Long ago, paying much,

I joined Invisible Touch,

# 2·5·8, then.

it is weird. it is wow!

Ev'ry other Clubheft just outdid the ones before.

Finding misprints (sometimes adding some) 's my honor.

it was insight, it was news,

me delaying my reviews …

it's The Farm near [Suppenhuhn!?],

Pebble and cartoon.

it is the Clubtag, it's the great event.

To Brunswick, Remscheid, Welkers, Duis-/Aschaffenburg we went.

it is meeting Rich Macphail, Mayhew, Wilson, Steve & John.

it is live act, records, sausage, dancing flowers, quizzes won.

it is beer. it is show!

… Piano keys signed by Tony's hand

and private pieces that were lent by Ant,

Daryl Stuermer as Santa Claus,

"yot" racing and some breaking-the-laws ...

it's that snapshot of Mike's,

Zindler's Banksian wedding photograph,

Janis Schündler, Sir Ralph,

Alan Hewitt's love.

… Watcher on the organ, and The Lamb in German tongue,

it was Knock & Knowall, by Sabine gently sung …

When the times were getting harder, not so easy all uphill,

All was changed, they built a website, and Christian joined with skill.

it is here. it is now!

it is this. it is that.

I'm a Lurker (that's my surname), but I like it.

I'm a Lurker (that's my surname), but I like it.

I'm a Lurker (that's my surname), but I like it, like it, like it, like it.

I'm a Lurker (that's my surname), but I like it, like it, like it, like it.

I'm a Lurker (that's my surname), but I like it, like it, like it.