Ladies and gentlemen
This is where our strange little story ends. We very much hope you enjoyed yourselves and that just for this brief moment you were able to forget life's minor worries. We'd like to take this opportunity to thank you all from the bottom of our hearts for purchasing this work and in doing so, graciously showing us your appreciation and respect. It has unfortunately over the years escaped the minds of many that musicians earn their living through music. They don't differ that much from a baker who sells bread, a shoemaker who offers shoes or a farmer who sells milk, meat, eggs and vegetables. Brothers and sisters of fine arts, companions of culture, let us simply and without any false active courtesy, call a spade a spade. [?] mean scumbags, insatiable bastards are ruining our business because they have this ridiculous notion that music is basically common property, that it should always be freely available in never ending supply. While at the same time, they kowtow to their bosses on their hands and knees, pleading for more money because health insurance premiums have this year yet again increased. Which by the way my dear dumbarses has also increased for musicians. Anyway, father forgive them for they know not what they do. We hereby bid farewell in the hope that we may see and meet again somewhere out there in this infinite expansive universe, to collectively, and in a devoted manner, celebrate the joys of life and love. In this spirit, look after yourselves, take care and don't put up with anything. Never. Never. Never