Theme From Pigdom Come

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The Throne Of Agony

Hello, operator... give me NO-MAN'S LAND
Collect call to no one at all
Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return (and no deposit)
Fiddlin and watchin while ROME BOINS
A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS

Hello, central... give me NO-MAN'S LAND
From a walking waste disposal unit
A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart

Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I bin killin ma brain CELL BY CELL
It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN--an this one's for you...

The toll is belling... the signs is telling
Nose is running... feet are smellin (Foetus Melon)
Currently less than a human wreck
Gimme a BREAK... start at the NECK

I rule my body from the throne of agony
My conscience and constitution's naggin me
Clock up another TRACHEOTOMY
STAB another dagger inna back o' me
The dark gods boint ma evil SOUL
Ma brittle spirit's toint to COAL
I rule my body from the throne of agony
THE THRONE OF AGONY
AGONY

Chalk up another frozen pizza... choke up another thousand marlboros
Anything goes for them ordinary joes
They'll cut off your face to spite your nose
I don't need to touch their toes to know I've already reached my ALL TIME LOW
Pacin' ruts inna carpet
Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on the ceiling
DEAD IN THE HEAD
Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed

Complainin bout ma campaign against personal decency
I got no excuses
Just rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass
(Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass)

Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre
And watch my life flicker before your very eyes
With no commercial breaks... NO BRAKES
NO BRAKES... (kill me baby)

Pour another glass of liquid clear
KING ALCOHOL
Drinkin hard to not remember what I'd just as soon forget
String around the finger... ROPE around the NECK
You always HATE the one you LOVE
Time dies when you're having fun
I'm gonna change ma name... I'm changin' trains... (kill me baby)


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Pigswill

P...I...G...S...W...I...L...L
DESTROY... ALL... GIRLS!
Nomadic honeymooners pick up hitchhiker... shackin up, shakin down
Stagin RAMSHACKLE RUN on every caravan front... shackin up, shakin down
Carnal carnage up and down the coast
Finger in dyke and hand on post
Make a boy all HOT and BOTHERED
Thighs like water... runnin sore
Quaver in crotchet and key to the door

Him say D...E...S...T...R...O...Y
DESTROY... ALL... GIRLS
PIGSWILL fly with BLOOD tonight
PIGSWILL fly with BLOOD tonight
There'll be a HOT TIME in the old town tonight
There'll be a HOT TIME in the old town tonight
Left him John Hancock in her blood on that SWEATY PINK SHEET
That bloodstain's BURNIN BURNIN BURNIN BURNIN BURNIN hole in him meat
Smearin PIGSWILL with her pants on the white plaster wall
With menstrual blood
PIGSWILL stagger across the hall
Checkin outa Motel Carnage--and havin a ball
On a storm black blooded night...PIGSWILL MURDER ON HIM MIND

Him cry out D...E...S...T...R...O...Y
DESTROY... ALL... GIRLS!
DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY

Sharkfins slashin at the mission rails
Salty liquid diet and rusty nails
Shark bit and snakes teeth
Crawlin with maggots and grimy gold leaf
The bladder and bowels of poverty for a roving cataract to see
Five years without an anchor
Suitcase full of contraband
Making a virtue out of sin
Siphoning the sea of the damned
THOU SHALT NOT STICK IT OUT IF YOU AIN'T GONNA SHARE IT

Pigswill murder on him mind... MAN of MARBLE, FLESH and CLAY
Pigswill climb up BLACK BOOT HILL... Lord of all that he surveys
SWEET STICKY SMELL of BLOOD still fresh on him, HAND and CHEST
BLOODY SKIRTS A-FLAPPIN ON THE FLAGPOLE TONIGHT

D...E...S...T...R...O...Y
DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY... DESTROY
DESTROY... ALL... GIRLS

PIGSWILL fly with BLOOD tonight... MEAT in SHOWER with KITCHEN KNIFE
PIGSWILL weatherin the flood... PIGSWILL fly the flag of blood
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
SKIRTS-A-FLAPPIN on the flagpole tonight
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
There'll be a HOT TIME in the OLD TOWN TONIGHT
DESTROY... DESTROY...


Descent Into The Inferno

Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon
Purgatory disguised as a room with a view
I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside
And you can't see out them windows
And smoke gets in your eyes
And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry...

An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING
And NOTHING is its middle name
Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that?
So flat you can't see ten feet in front
I want everything to disappear
Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK

Give me another STIFF one... and make it a double
I don't know when I've had enough
But I've NEVER had enough and I've never bin BAD enough
I need it and I need it BAD
And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having
I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town
I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down

GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your HEART

I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face
Whatever happened to the human race?
What happened to the humanistic faith?
What happens to human waste?
I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that
FALLEN into the ABYSS like a roach in a trap
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell
There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL

I don't need a mother no more
I'd rather be an ORPHAN or a SONOVABITCH or a BASTARD SON who's been dug
up DEAD, worms in eyesockets, holes in ma head
Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold
Cos it's a long way up when you're SIX FEET UNDER
Under a pile of HUMAN DEBRIS
A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE
You wanna save yourself the trouble

GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya
You get a stomach tumour
You get a stake right through your HEART
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

Staring into a waste of space
Bring on the MONOTONY bring on the LOBOTOMY
And make it a double, and make it a pact
I've had more than I can stand--and hors d'oeuvre of maniac
I've had more fun in an IRON LUNG
I'm cancelling my NEXT BIRTHDAY
I mo wait til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down
The moon's so full it's spilling over
There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO

GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya
You get a stake right through ya through ya
You get a stake right through your HEART
IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO
DESCEND... DESCEND
DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND


Enter The Exterminator

The waiting becomes torture... distractions become bliss
Futility's a luxury when you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss
Huddling to the dead for support... jacking off for warmth
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags
The payoff's always been over the ridge and the pot of gold is full of shit
No hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go
Another merry go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down GO-DOWN

I seen a prisoner without a clause, living on a diet of dirt and water
Being SLAPPED and SLICED because she didn't happen to agree with the WAR-DEN
(He had an itchy trigger finger...)

Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull
Militantly hankering for something never done
High school memories, once a folly, are now reality due to sheer
LACK of PRESENT
Death without a trial... dyin ain't a trial...
Dying ain't a curse but living sure is worse
EACH EXPERIENCE BECOMES MY EPILOGUE

Countin my ribs for the thousandth time
Dyin on a diet of GRUEL and GRIME
They fall down, they don't rise again
Where the women are TRODDEN and FORGOTTEN are men
They're giving birth to ORPHANS
BLACK JEW GLUE
The air is old, the comments are cold, I'm covered in lice and scabs and mold
My days are numbered, I'm in a daze
The door creaks open, the whole room prays...
ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR

I hear the sweet sound of syringes crushed underfoot
See who set the homefires burning, see who set the husbands burning
Make the accusation stick
Morale is thin, the air is thick
Hard earned self-esteem goes up in a puff of smoke
I'm waitin to die... I'm waitin to die
To much of a coward to snuff myself... GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO SUFFER MYSELF

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO DETONATOR... ENTER THE EXTERMINATOR
TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE... TERMINATE


DI-1-9026

I'm gonna explode... I'm gonna explode
I'm gonna explode explode explode explode EXPLODE

Turn on... Tune in... Drop Out
Turn in... Tune on... Drop Out
Drop Out... Drop Out... DROP OUT

Take me to your CRASHPAD, baby
Empty out your TRASHCAN, baby
I AM THE SON OF MAN
I AM THE SON OF SLAM
Take me by the HAM, no GOOD no EVIL no GIVE-A-DAMN
RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN... RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN
RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN... RAM BALAM BALAM BAM DAMN DAMN

The positive collects negatives so GIMME YOUR MIND, GIMME YOUR MIND
submission's a gift, free your mind
GIVE IT TO YOUR BROTHER... FREE YOUR MIND

Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die?
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die? LIVE FOREVER!

Live forever--we're the chosen people
Live forever--we're the chosen few
BLAST THE PAST--YOU CAN'T KILL KILL
live forever--we're the chosen few
If you wanna get some kicks phone DI-1-9026
I'm outa control... I'm up for parole
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE
I'm outa control... I'm up for parole!
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE!
I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE! I'M GONNA EXPLODE!
DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026! DI-1-9026!
ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!... I'm supercharged...

Turn on... Tune in... DROP OUT DROP OUT DROP OUT DROP OUT
Gonna take a dive (TAKE A DIVE) down to 3301 Waverly Drive
The chosen few are gonna arrive 10050 Cielo Drive
The pigs are gonna taste the knife when the chosen few arrive
No-one's gonna be left alive
No-one gets outa here alive

String up the piggies and let 'em have it
It's the pigs' turn now to try the cross
SLIT THEIR SOFT WHITE UNDERBELLIES... LET 'EM KNOW WHO'S BOSS
The pigs are gonna taste the knife--10050 CIELO DRIVE
When the chosen few arrive... NO-ONE GETS OUTA HERE ALIVE

Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die?
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die? GET THE FEAR!

I'M GOD! I'M JESUS! I'M SATAN!
I'M GOD! I'M JESUS! I'M SATAN!
DEATH TO THE PIGS!
ADIOS!
SEE YA LATER!


The Overture From Pigdom Come

(Instrumental)


Private War

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Anything (Viva!)

FEE FI FO FUM
It takes two to tangle it takes one to come
Some things are better left unsaid, like
A pound of protection beats an ounce of lead
FEE FI FO FUM
There must be some kinda romance in bein DUMB
Find a belt fulla bullets, fill your head fulla dread
Float like a butterfly, sting like a MANTA RAY
FEE FI FO FUM
There must be some kinda romance in being DUMB
Cos the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the
blind lead the blind lead the blind ead the blind lead
the blind lead the BLIND
...and every man for himself

You start to admire the flagrant disregard
For the sanctity of other peoples lives
By the FILTHY FEW in positions of POWER
Who go for the jugular in order to survive
DISINFECT those dangerous RABID DOGS
Make sure the kids stay in
Cos if you wanna be immortal you gotta have something to trade in...
Tobacco chompin' soldier of misfortune in that battle they call life
With the warm soft breeze of SANTA ANA whistlin round dem frail dry bones
I'm da COCKROACH in your tinseltown--
CRY YOU MERCY! I AM THE LAW!
When the time runs out
When the money runs out
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT!

Get outa my sight
Get outa my way
Get outa my way
GET OUTA MY WAY

Run the gauntlet north and south
March on up to the cannon's mouth
And say I can do any goddamn thing I want

Take the bull by the horns
Gonna slit me some throats on the White House lawns
I can do any goddamn thing I want

I'm the cockroach in your tinseltown
CRY YOU MERCY--I AM THE LAW!
And I can do any goddamn thing I want

POWER makes PAIN so wear rhino hide
If you see a white flash you better cover your eyes
Cos I can do any goddamn thing I want

CHANGE YOUR MIND--MIND YOUR CHANGE
KEEP THE ENEMY IN FOCUS AND IN YOUR RANGE
AND SAY I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT

I can do ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!

Get outa ma way
GET OUTA MA WAY!

I can do any goddamn thing I want
I can do any goddamn thing I want
I can do any GODDAMN THING I WANT
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT

I can do ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!


ALBUM INSERT

Helstinki Jail 8/7/85

NAIL - a travelogue and guided tour
Concept at work: OPPRESSION
Half a man as a shadow of his former self... It ain't very pretty
what a little less liberty can do to your self esteem. Take out
the spirit, give it forty lashes, a cuppa cold java and a stale
cracker. Slap its wrist with a hammer, slam it black inna slammer.
Sometimes/alla time/everywhere I look/a coupla dozen places I don't
Is the throne of agony.
Cos it's me doing the looking.
And it's nagging me. And it sure as hell gets me down.
So you alter your consciousness (you're on the throne of agony and
you wanna get out of it)
Try and alter your conscience.
I pick myself up offa da floor
And crawl ma way to the front door (bolted from the outside again).
And feel rotten to the core. One bad apple in a barrel of shit.
Tear out your throat trying to tear out that hideous self-imposed
cancer of oppression.
Throw another bottle into the fire. Throttle up the mire, this liar's
for hire. Tear out your heart. And remind yourself
THE TWO MOST DESTRUCTIVE HUMAN EMOTIONS ARE FEAR AND GUILT
THE TWO MOST DESTRUCTIVE HUMAN EMOTIONS ARE FEAR AND GUILT
So I wear the crown of "THE EVIL KNIEVEL OF BETHLEHEM" with sin
scrawled all over ma face, trapped in an early earthly ALKATRAZ
(And all that jazz)... so what?
But what if your roar ain't a roar no more and all that comes out
is a squeak?
LIBERTE, FRATERNITE, EGALITE: DEAD, DUMB AND BLIND
Head Held High --> Sledgehammer to the soul --> Sludge to the skull
GOD MY HEAD HURTS. Too much thinking and not enough braincells.
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
PIGSWILL: You can take the ham outa the man but not the BONER.
You can take the ham outa the man but not the PIG.
You can take the will from a man but not the SWILL.
And if you take the PIG outa the MAN you sure as hell
are gonna be stuck with the PORK. And a stuck pig.
PIGS WILL FLY. BIRDS GOTTA FLY. FISH GOTTA FRY.
SO... this dynamic duo of psycho-dirt tour the West Coast, see?
Sure, they's fuckin' and-a killin' looseboys and poisongirls,
leaving 'em in shallow callous graves. NO REMORSE. NO FEAR. NO
GUILT. Two bad-assed hell-raisin' hobo bozo dudes on one
helluva bender.
Wadda wayda make a livin'. Booze and butts and hotrods and death 
and PHEW WEE, MAMA!
Then sleepy bear beckons. Turn on the TV, the shower, wash off some
of that dirt and blood and fresh kiddymeat stank. Drop a coupla
valiums. 
But for PIGSWILL - well, the thrills is kinda cheap but mebbe...
not... enough... She looks so peaceful lying there, all curled
up like a cute little kitten...
DESTROY ALL GIRLS
Hack Hack Hacketty Hack, buddy. Hack it!!
A thousand year sleep she won't forget. So leave a bloody
autograph - shit!, she was on the rag! - and run a trademark
up the flagpole.
Hell yeah! alright!
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight (like to the tune
of 100,000 volts, man!)
There's no lights on the Christmas tree, mama, they're burning 
PIGSWILL tonight (sniff... hmm... makin' bacon?)
Thus endeth Pigswill's terror rain/reign of oppression. PHEW-WEE!
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
Oppression is the opium of the people. Someone up there thinks so
anyhow. There must be some kinda romance in being dumb. Why,
everyone's doing it.
Prints and mugshots, needles and pins
A happy man is a man that grins. Say cheese? Fat chance.
Pills and needles, needles and pills
The condemned man eats a hearty gruel. The media comprehensively
catalogues his demise. Sick men one and all. TOIN DA TABLES
FERCHRISSAKES!
I wonder what time it is?
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
I'm gonna implode.
Descension downdowndown on a none way trip.
Bosch looks like a beach party round here
Wallowing like a beached shark in hell-lay. One heckuva town, mama!
Sun shines bright thru the smog and fuzz of HILLBILLY-HOOOOOOOO.
Hell-belly-hoodoo-hood. That's Hollywood!
Four score and ten years ago (I'll have you know) someone died and
left me with a legacy to shake off. And I'm shaking like an
eskimo chihuahua... to no avail. It's enough to make a bulldog
break his chain.
It's enough to drive a man to drink. And god knows all you do here
is drive. The plastic upholstery, the dash, the furry dice
become your environment. The two-headed dog bobs its head in the
back, eyes ablaze in disapproving hellfire every time you brake.
And you break a lot around here.
The suspense sure ain't killing me but I wish it would. The
expressions are pathetic, the excuses are poor. Every crevice
filled with a shiny new disease, malaise or vermin. Have a nice
day - see you in court - eat lead, mother - get offa ma grass
or I'll bust yo ass.
Bugs are attracted to flashing light. Barflies. Fireflies. Roaches.
And they die every fucking night and fuck in the dying night.
Straight and narrow wrinkle roads and winkle pickers, barbed wire
tumbleweeds and "let's hit Tijuana, let's hit Vegas, let's beat
ourselves to death."
Am I oppressing myself or has L.A. taken over the task?
It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do.
Descend...
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
SO... enter the exterminator...
I live in a concentration camp.
Black smoke belches from the chimneys of huge crematoriums.
Tangled corpses clog mass graves. The final act of those who die
in the gas chamber is involuntary defecation. The dead are in a
pile in a corner of the room, the sick and weak and old crushed
to the bottom of the pile; the strong claw their way to the top
for their final gasps of life. Faces sickeningly distorted.
The spectacle of mounds of SPECTACLES, false teeth, wrenched gold 
teeth. MOUNDS. And rigor mortis claws in death grips clutching
the last vestiges of their entire existences in the form of once
treasured heirlooms, baubles and trinkets. (Breaak those fingers
open) Lambs to the slaughter. Muslims herded head first for
extinction.
Man's inhumanity to man and woman and SIC'EM, BWAH! LET 'EM HAVE
IT! GIVE 'EM BOTH BARRELS?
Fill up the hole, mac.
No hope. No comfort. No pity.
Just iron scrap, a shred of skin (a nice new lampshade), a bitten
fingernail, a stale mouldy crust of bread, a hank of hair. A bar
of soap.
And public outcry for the death penalty roars.
Cops use clubs and stunguns to enforce the law.
The troops're coming over the hill... the nation's forced
to swallow its bitterest pill.
Reagan's laying wreaths on SS graves. Viva Union Carbide.
Bring back conscription if all else fails.
Tear down tenements and put up jails.
Turn the screw until it bleeds, then turn it again.
Soul cannibals of the genocide. I'll meet you in Poland, Baby.
I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.
I feel sick.
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
The telephone number of the Spahn Ranch was DI-1-9026. Creepy Crawl.
Everyone thinks he's the new Charlie. Shit or get off the pot.
Pills and needles, needles and pills
A happy man is a man that kills.
Neo jailboids detained at the leisure and pleasure of a lumbering
dinosaural bureaucracy. A week - or is it a month? - languishing
in a dead air cell bathed in the stink of years sweat and scum
and shit and piss. The toilet won't flush. I could use a shave
and a bath.
I wish the neighbouring junkie would stop banging his head on his
cell door.
JUSTICE AND VENGEANCE - TRIAL BY KNIFE.
I need a drink
I feel sick
I wonder what time it is?
PASS ME ANOTHER NAIL
Welcome to PIGDOM COME!
"... as a Soldier of the Cross I find it necessary to keep in touch
with headquarters from time to time..."
WELL... when the tower of Babel is aflame and on the wane, you pack
up your ivory towers in your old kit bag and cry cry cry cry cry...
You escape this early earthly Alkatraz already (you're on the throne
of agony and you wanna get out of it)
Make a withdrawal from this earthly deposit!
Plot your plot now! (Why kill time...)
One foot in the womb one foot in the tomb with (thalidomide) arms
(too short to box with god...)
("life is shit and then you die")
Welcome to PIGDOME COME
When the role is called up yonder, when I buy a ticket to visit my
ancestors, I'll be halfway to Pigdom Come.
PIGDOME COME! Garden of processed delights! Procession of perfumed
gardens (sometimes your best friend won't tell you...)
Disney Schmaltz Pretention Production as COD HEAVEN (there 
must be a cod in heaven - just follow the yellow brick
road)
Tack Exotica! Knights in shining armour just CLANKING for
a joust with their maker. Duelling for the monument to
bad taste and insult.
Bang on a drum til PIGDOM COME - and see if I care...
Peace thru Superior Firepower or escape thru the Father Superior.
But that end of our life is RETRIBUTION, my melancholy baby. (I'll
try anything once)
The inscription on my tombstone reads "Wish You Were Here"
I died every NIGHT for a thousand years
I met my maker and I don't like what I see - my reflection staring
back at me.
(KILL ME, BABY - or pass me another NAIL)
RETRIBUTION
CATHARSIS
In a thousand years, who'll know the difference?
You live outside the law - you die outside the law
JUSTICE AND VENGEANCE - TRIAL BY KNIFE
Get outa the closet and into the fray... rattle them shackles
Apres moi... le deluge
No one's leaving me a legacy to shake off cos
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
You tell the truth you go to the guillotine
Lose your head, lose your mind but your conscience is clean
Don't buy into no one else's dream
SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND SAY IT MEAN
So you pack your lungs fulla nicotine 
And pack a coupla bottles of gasoline
SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND SAY IT MEAN
And when the role is called up yonder
I'll be halfway to PIGDOM COME
People who live in assholes shouldn't throw stones
People who act as dicks must expect to be treated as such
SUFFOCATE or VEGETATE or ANNIHILATE or DECIMATE
BRING ON THE HEAVY ARTILLERY
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
ANYTHING!
POWER!

CLINT RUIN
SCRAPING FOETUS OFF THE WHEEL


Thanks to Serge Elnitsky for transcription.