We demand a universal grid   We demand a universal grid   We demand a universal grid   We demand a universal grid      ID-Ray High, Gridlife Chronicles, November the tenth, 1992   I'm working on my own in here, going over some old music I did in 1970   It's got something, something special, I could really dream then   It ain't such a bad dream either.      Walking to a club   I've been completely degraded by chasing publicity   Degraded, yeah, I'll never go back, I know too much   I know how it's done, I can't discover it all over again, make it seem new      You're great, Ray, you know that, man, here, hold up, this is the place   What? Can't go in here, that bloody cow Ruth Streeting uses this club   She hates my guts   It's her job to hate your guts, she's a journalist, it's nothing personal      Oh sod it, I forgot, of course she won't be here, she's in the States   Oh c'mon, let's go in anyway   We've got to get back in the mainstream sometime   Come on, you own shares in the place      That cow wrote that I'm ugly   Well, you are ugly   I'm not   Yes, you are   No, I'm not   Well, you are, actually   Oh bullocks, Oh, let's go in