― fritz, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Aging as in growing 'up' - The Smiths' "Rubber Ring"
― Tom, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mark, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― todd, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
We Will It's over now you've had your fun get up them stairs go on quickly don't run Take off your shoes the both of you's leave them down outside the door turn the landing light off, no wait, leave it on it might make the night that easier to be gone and in the morning who'll be wide a wake and eating snow flakes as opposed to those flakes. (We Will) We Will (We Will) We will That afternoon we spend the day with uncle Frank (remember?) and his wife auntie Mae well do you know since then I've recieved up to four letters all of which repeat the same they say Thrilled to bits can't believe you came we relived it both over time and time again and if there's even a chance or even half you might be our way would you promise to stay (We will) We will (We will) We Will Yeah..yeah..yeah Oh its no easy pretending that you cannot hear once you've suffered the reflections within It's no use in an ending to proclaim from the start that the moral of the stories to begin. On Sunday next if the weather holds we'll have that game but I bagsy-being-in-goal not because I'm good or because I think I should it's just that well at my age I think standing still would really suit me best do we all agree? hands up those who do hands up those who don't I see well in that case will we please be kind enough if not on Sunday to go to mass on Monday (We will) We will (We will ) We will yeah yeah (We will)
― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
From 'the white knuckle express' by The Fatima Mansions off the Viva Dead Ponies LP. The final lines of that song are
He will stroke your long hair tenderly in all the waterfront bars Where the wine and hollow talk of men muffle things that really, really are And he'll walk back to your flat, with you on your healthy sandalled feet To come out minutes later, bleeding, torn above and torn beneath.
Which I've always loved. Digressing a bit there. sorry.
― misterjones, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dave225, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
"At the age of 37, she realized she'd never drive through Paris in a sportscar with the warm wind in her hair."
I felt very sad the day I realized I'd outlived not just Jimi and Janis and Jesus, but Lucy Jordan, too!
― Arthur, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Kerry, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)