Freitag, Dezember 09, 2005

A Friday in December

A dead loss, no songs
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
So don’t mention the war
Don’t question where we stand
Nor where we fall
North, South, East where’s best?
If I head left
It turns out directionless
So needle point aside
I always find
Embroidery leaves me blind

‘Cos I’m too weary to rest since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal

What fools boredom breeds
So much to do
So many goldfish to feed
And paracetamol
I'll take them all
They line my stomach wall

‘Cos I’m too weary to rest since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal

With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don’t believe the hype
Expectancy will always spoil a party
It’s tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don’t drive for pity’s sake

‘Cos I’m too weary to rest since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal


Current Music: Catatonia - Golfish and Paracetamol

random remarks:
who is the poet?
 
It's the song "Goldfish and Paracetamol" by the band Catatonia. They're Welsh and were apparently semi-popular here a while ago (and very popular with people who listen to alternative music ;) ), but they split up a while ago... I love their lyrics, though.
 
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