Friday 23 December 2005
Lyrics
From eleven songs that are currently stuck in my head:
It was crime at the time but the laws, we changed ‘em, though the hero for hire’s forever the same one.
I got to give myself one more chance to ring the band that I know I’m in.
Said: I’m so drunk I don’t mind if you kill me.
Felt unsure and catastrophic. Had to tell myself, it’s only music.
We might stop and surf a bit, but we would die for hippy chicks.
I want to be wrong but no one here wants to fight me like you do.
She told them, this is our home for now. God bless this cheap hotel.
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house, and the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains.
And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh, big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death.
You told us of your new life there: you’ve got someone coming round gluing tinsel to your crown. He’s got you talking pretty loud.
I don’t be askin’ the air - every action is a prayer.