She aint exactly flavour of the month with the Old Bill so I assume she thinks that more powers to pry on us will sort that out. Oh dear love, just do your job and stop playing to the gallery.
"an orchestrated pairing up of friends of friends one bearing up, the other sober for a change laying low and acting strange she wiggles by to catch an eye he gets her name wrong, says goodbye and soon love will thrive
there follows all the ups and downs their laughters, tears, and smiles and frowns of love and its attendant woes just as every romance goes perhaps we bore a little more mortality jumps to the fore but we all survive
somewhere unseen and deep inside the lucky sperm and egg collide the zygote's little cells divide the morula goes for a ride this tiny tryst makes blastocyst and soon the mind and heart exist and soon you arrive
without us, the world will still turn and the sun still will burn the faithful moon will wax and wane and still it will rain but who needs a world to impress when there's love to confess? and so begins our dynasty a new family tree
and plenty of people will try and tell you where we came from. but we can only ever know what we can see. so tonight, look up to the sky. there's at least a hundred billion galaxies with a hundred billion stars and every single one could be a sun just like ours. you see, we're all just links in a chain and all life is finite. so use your time wisely, look after your teeth, and try not to hurt anyone. and remember: we invented love. and that's the greatest story ever told."
A few years ago I went to see someone whose name I cant remember but he used to play guitar for Steve Earle. Anyway the support act was brilliant so went to the merchandise stand, asked his name, got his cd; then slowly realised I had heard him before on a few UNCUT cds. oh well.
The Columbia Hotel was a place that A&R men put bands to keep them out of the media spotlight, as did my union for a small meeting (TASS Youth Executive to be exact). Well bugger me backwards who did we meet in the bar.....
...One of our delegation asked Holly Johnson for an autograph (adding "Its for my girlfriend")
Just because I was daft enough to fanny about with Itunes all the song titles turned into VGFD or its like (old people really should not be allowed on computers) so I will take another slug of tonic wine and carry on in an unalphabetical alphabetical way.
Got to say this this bloke looks a fun chap, nice tune though.
"You gonna sing that song about robin's eggs and diamonds?" Bob had asked me on the first day of rehearsals. "Which one?" "You know, that one about blue eyes and diamonds..." "Oh", I said, "you must mean 'Diamonds And Rust,' the song I wrote for my husband, David. I wrote it while he was in prison." "For your husband?" Bob said. "Yeah. Who did you think it was about?" I stonewalled. "Oh, hey, what the fuck do I know?" "Never mind. Yeah, I'll sing it, if you like."
Joan Baez Diamonds And Rust
