Engineer: We got a good sound here. Dime store, take one.

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her

In the dimе stores and bus stations
People spеak of situations
Read books, and quote quotations
Write--

Bob: Wait. Start it again. I'll do this one more time. If I can't do it, we'll do another song

Engineer: Ok. Rolling two--

Bob: Do any song, as good as I can do it the first time.