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T his anonymous rewrite has been found on the Internet:
    I came across a stack of old badges
    and invitations to furry parties
    “Wear your tails” one said with quotations
    from someone cool, a famous artist
    in the nineteen eighties...

    When you’re young, you find inspiration
    in anyone whose ever gone
    and opened up a closing door
    she said “we were never feeling bored”

      “‘cause we were never being boring
      we had too much fun to fight amongst ourselves
      and we were never being boring
      we dressed up in fur and
      our fur made us friends
      and we were never holding back,
      or worried that,
      those times would come to an end”

    When I went, to my first convention
    with lots of cash, and some trepidation
    someone said, “If they’re not careful
    we’ll have nothing left, and nothing to care for”
    in the nineteen nineties...

    Taken aback, I kept moving forward
    my tail was high, and I had a cause
    I bolted past an open door
    I would often find myself feeling floored

      ‘Cause we were never being boring
      we had so much fun and found our true selves
      and we were never being boring
      we dressed up in fur and
      our fur made us friends
      and we were never holding back,
      or worried that,
      time would come to an end
      we were always hoping that, looking back,
      you could always say furs were your friends

    Now I sit, with different faces
    in rented rooms, in faraway places
    all the people they were squicking
    none are here, all are missing
    in the nineteen nineties...

    I never dreamt that I would get to be
    the creature that I always meant to be
    but I thought, in spite of dreams
    they’d be cool with hanging here with me...

      ‘Cause we were never being boring
      we had too much fun to fight amongst ourselves
      and we were never being boring
      we dressed up in fur and
      our fur made us friends
      and we were never holding back,
      or worried that,
      time would come to an end
      we were always hoping that
      looking back,
      you could always say furs were your friends

      and we were never being boring
      we were never being bored
      ‘cause we were never being boring
      we were never being bored...


T he second rewrite—which probably cannot be understood without full context—has been written by Drico One in late 2001 with regard to shifts and events in the land of Pet Shop Boys Internet fora:
    I came across a cache of old postings
    And net discussions from teeming chatrooms
    Drico’s right, one said with quotations
    From Dot Music, a famous forum
    In the 1990s

    Young Leanne, she found inspiration in
    Anyone who’s ever gone
    And posted up what’s on their mind
    She would never have survived on Sky

      Coz we were never being censored
      We had so much time to fight amongst ourselves
      And we were never being censored
      We posted and fought and thought to make amends
      And we we’re never getting banned
      Worried that
      The fun would come to an end
      We were always hoping that
      Looking back
      Knickers from Cly would be sent

    When we went, we left for a Hostboard
    Message board, and much consternation
    JJ said: Dot’s design is awful
    We can’t delay here
    We’ll have nowhere to post on
    But for Stevie P-S-B

    So we set off, and looking forward
    Our hopes were high and spirits soared
    We’d bolted from a Web eyesore
    But we would never settle on Hostboard

      Coz we were never being censored
      We had so much time to fight amongst ourselves
      And we were never being censored
      We posted and fought and thought to make amends
      But we preferred statistical bars
      Avatars
      Cartoon web site design
      We were never happy till
      We lost free will
      And freedom of thought was a crime

    Now they sit
    With guilty faces
    In empty rooms
    And boring places

    All the posters
    They are missing
    Some are banned
    Yet some are kisking
    The dictator’s foul rear-end

    I never though that I would get to see
    The sorry state,
    Of this community
    For I thought, in spite of me
    We’d be freely discussing P-S-B

      But we are happy being censored
      We want no real time to fight amongst ourselves
      And we are happy being censored
      We kiss ass and talk about catching crabs
      But we are never getting banned
      Flamed or slammed
      We have nothing to fear
      We are always hoping that
      We’ll stay bland
      And continue to kiss Master’s rear.

      And we are happy being censored
      WE’RE DROWNING IN OUR DROSS
      And we are happy being censored
      COZ WE DON’T GIVE A TOSS...



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