There must be a breed of humanoid with a higher percentage of Neanderthal in it, that cannot perceive of personal failure.
Nov 30th – Well I don’t know why I came here tonight. I’ve got the feeling that something ain’t right.
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Nov 29th – A glass of wine with Gertrude Stein, I know I’ll never share, But I don’t mind, That’s just the kind of cross each man must bear.
It’s a funny idea isn’t it, negotiating your way out of a relationship? Who wouldn’t, when they learned that their partner was going cold, not be pleased to learn the truth so that they could skedaddle before it got any worse? I would for sure.
Nov 27th – The gods may throw a dice, Their minds as cold as ice, And someone way down here, Loses …
The man in front of me was giftedly ignorant, the man behind me, very adept at pointing out perceived anti-social behaviour; me in the middle, useless at both.
25th Nov – When the moon shines on the cow shed, And we’re rolling in the hay, All the cows are up there grazin’, And the milk is on its way.
Are there other lives like mine, I wonder, where out of endless months of absolutely nothing, two good things turn up at once which directly contradict each other?
Nov 19th – A dragon lives forever but not so little boys, Painted wings and giant strings make way for other toys.
We are still we, and we don't want lepers scaling the city walls.
15th Nov – What do you see when you turn out the light? I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine.
Not his own work of course – I imagine that he was merely repeating a rebuke he’d received over his own illiterate submissions at work.
12th Nov – Well, never mind, We are ugly, but we have the music.
A style of lyric that exhibits two of the key failings which are a feature of many chart successes, to wit: a moment of pretentious teenage profundity; and a timeline that doesn't make sense.
11th Nov – Well it’s the only thing, That I could do half right, And it’s turning out all wrong ma.
It requires something that appeals to the appetite for profundity that exists in uneducated teenagers.
10th Nov – Old worn-out suits and shoes, I don’t pay no union dues.
He faced me down with such unimpeachable authority, it brought to mind the eloquence of those Trump acolytes, under threat of being designated the next executive in charge of golfing-diapers perhaps, denouncing the election result.
27th Oct – Yes, it’s only a canvas sky, Hanging over a muslin tree, But it wouldn’t be make-believe, If you believed in me.
Realising that he is powerless against a tide of invective from the opposition, he has had his own side criticise him, on terms, such that he can respond with a coherent message to them.
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