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[08 Apr 2008|02:51pm] |
It's Pulp. Something changed. Amongst all the wry social commentary, was this lovely delicate musing on the twisted fate of romance. Or something. Kind of succinctly sums up the way I think about it all.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Skdjcv9Pbwo
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[08 Apr 2008|04:05pm] |
I take a hit, or two,
and i'm hopeful,
that your hand
will one day close in on mine,
and we'll walk like those days
of old, old folklore,
of black and white,
and distant smoking souls,
and you'll smile for me
and no-one else,
a silent word will pass your lips,
that I and only I can hear,
a sweet and heady verse,
only mine when I hold you near
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[08 Apr 2008|05:28pm] |
I know you lot don't care much for the football, let alone Liverpool. But please wish 'em luck tonight and give good thoughts, because it would make me well happy if they won.
It's the second leg, poised at 1-1. The venue is Anfield, scene of so many heady nights. If they don't win, i'll not bash my head against a fencepost in frustration or anything, but it would be nice. Bit of adventure for the summer.
If they win, Rich will be feeling as happy as this:
Two hours to go. Of course, not much changes in a year, does it?
http://zoomeister.livejournal.com/1648706.html?mode=reply
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