Saturday, November 21, 2009

Only words

Doing something on the web, probably applying for jobs, listening to Spotify: "A Chill Out Tribute to Pink Floyd". Awful, really awful.

But up comes "Time" - a favourite song. Pink Floyd were in their twenties when they wrote this, astonishing. I sit out this horrible version to listen to the lyrics - in particular to hear the lines:

"so you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you again "

Wonderful.


So - here - in no particular order - are some snippets of pop words which I particularly like one way or another:




I want a girl with shoes that cut
and eyes that burn like cigarettes

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and the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French-Canadians
while the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits

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and with its crutch, its old age, its wisdom
it whispers "No, this will be the last."

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take your silver spoon and dig your grave

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and wangity-wang wangity-wang, I'm a little airplane nyyeoooow

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look - I must have a star on my door- or - better still - a door

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stop it, stop it, it's fucking awful, i hate songs like that

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the garden's full of furniture, the house is full of plants

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but I swear in the days still left
we will walk in the fields of gold

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it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain

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there's only one girl in the world for you, and she probably lives in Tahiti

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a plague I call a heartbeat

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cutting up words and into sticking them lines

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from Milan, to Yucatan

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your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

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