Sunday, 30 August 2009

Sometimes I mishear lyrics

Magic for me
Magic make no sound
Echo for me, It good for me
echo for me underground, underground It good for me underground, underground
Magic got me,
really got me down

And let me tell myself It made me kill myself

from Gorillaz - 5/4

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

A grey sky, a bitter sting

And under the boughs unbowed,
all clothed in snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened.
All under the boughs unbowed...

Each feather, it fell from skin
Till threadbare as she grew thin.
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather, it fell from skin.

And I will hang my head,
Hang my head low,
And I will hang my head,
Hang my head low

From The Crane Wife Part 3 by The Decemberists

This Be The Verse by Phillip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.