Conduit for Sale! (Pavement)I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....Imagine if you will Herr Proctor, alias a nobleman, son of son of scionscion. Part of his rich inheritance, parcel in generous [divorced sense]forklift beam. Certain plots of land and living quarters deemed by allgentlemen, and wives thereof, to be grossly humane and frankly, quite[undirty]I'm tryin', I'm tryin'....Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste, tries quick escape gambit via localperiodicals, but no takers. The land [unending] was stationed in a conduitbetween two cells, a veritable no-man's-land, [rain, the flophouse, cog-bone terrors] and carbon monoxide wallpaper. All [his brig-deck trina]boys ask: is it livable?I'm tryin', I'm tryin'.....