Someone was talking about having their heart broken last night and I totally related, because I also put my heart on the line last night, also with my best friend. She and I talked for a while, I found out what her concerns about us going out were and no doors were shut. We're not together, but we are, and we're still friends. I think the best part is
Brandt told us a tender tale of falling in love with his best friend: that there are still possibilities. >> However, when I first looked at it, I misread the last word as 'prostitutes'. Anyway, I didn't come here to make cheap bathetic (ooh - he said 'bathetic') jokes. In conjunction with my contacts in the Irish civil service, I have amended those unreleased lyrics that I posted a while ago. Honey said he's happy to put them up on the website, and I think they're almost ready now, so hurry up with any last minute suggestions. A few points: - I've added 'Rhoda'. In response to whoever it was that asked, those lines about Nabsico and Kellogg's from the documentary would fit into the Special K breakfast cereal theme, but as far as I know, they aren't actually in 'Rhoda'. I can't really see 'Rhoda' getting released to be honest because it's not very good. And does he really sing 'happy with a faggot friend?'. That's what it sounds like. - I've left out the Century of Elvis and Space Boy Dream lyrics because Swedish Katarina pointed out to me that they are now on the official Jeepster lyrics page. But their version says that Stuart jumps over a fence on his way to Prior's Road, whereas I thought it said 'Byres Road' cause Byres Road seems to be the place where everything in Glasgow's 'bohemian' fox-watching West End happens. But maybe it is Prior's Road - I dunno. I've also left out 'Pocketbook Angel' and the other two demos from that tape because they aren't really B&S songs and Stuart is apparently embarrassed by them or at least wouldn't want their lyrics placed in a prominent position on the web. Which is fair enough, I think. - Although they're not B&S lyrics, I've added the passage from Washington Irving's 'Rip Van Winkle' that Isobel reads at the during 'I Could Be Dreaming.' Thank you to foxinasnow Jess for this. - I haven't done 'Winter Wooskie' yet. - Has no one get any idea what the third line of 'Lord Anthony' really is? Once again, I apologise for being so fucking boring. Nick xx Rhoda Young girl, she's a simple person Not as young as she looks But whoever is in this day and age In this day and age, yeah She gives me goosebumps, picks up malaria (?) Funny feeling like buying whisky in a whisky bar The things she says Yeah the the things she says And on her arm there's freckles and scars Do you know what they are? Do you know where they came from? Wondering, 'cause she wouldn't tell me No she wouldn't tell me, no She likes to sing a lot, she likes to play a lot But it hurts her so she gave it up for medicinal drugs Now she's really happy Now she's really happy, yeah And she is happy with a fag in her lips And a fag as friend [poss. 'faggot friend' ?!] And a fag in the morning with her Special K A ray of sunshine A ray of sunshine, yeah Well I'm in love with a certain boy He's a simple person Not as young as he looks But whoever is in this day and age In this day and age, yeah He gives me goosebumps, picks up malaria (?) Funny feeling like buying whisky in a whisky bar The things he says Yeah the the things he says And on his arms there's freckles and scars Do you know what they are? Do you know where they came from? Wondering, 'cause he wouldn't tell me No she wouldn't tell me, no She likes to play a lot, she likes to sing a lot But it hurts him so he gave it up for medicinal drugs Now he's really happy Now he's really happy, yeah And he is happy with a fag in his lips (?) And a fag as friend (?) And a fag in the morning with his Special K A ray of sunshine A ray of sunshine, yeah Yeah he fell to Earth in a rainstorm I don't care wherever he came from 'Cause the boy's all right by me Yeah she fell to Earth in a rainstorm I don't care wherever she came from 'Cause the girl's all right by, yeah Well I'm in love with a certain boy Well I'm in love with a certain girl The Loneliness Of A Middle-Distance Runner I'll take a second of the day to think about the things that we have done this year The dog lies down, the pouring rain, I'm underneath the smokers' railway arch again (?) The future's looking colourful It's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul A happy soul will write in the field, write in the field, write in the field 'Til the rain dies down. The railway ticket states the destination but it doesn't mean that we will show There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay the guard to switch the sign and off we go The future's looking wonderful It's the wonder of the businessman's conspiracy to sell you wares, but no-one cares Oh you care I know, you care I know, you care I know I forgot for a while And on a sulky afternoon spent in dispute you'll give yourself a headache yeah So I take revenge in stories, and I'm dreaming of the time when you're on stage Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner, as he stops the race and looks around, all at the stage I've seen it so (?) I'll walk to the station, walk to the station, walk to the station Won't you follow me? The Wrong Girl I went looking for my darling I went looking for a sign And I found her in the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need a true love I went looking and I found one The wrong girl The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching behind The wrong dream to have in my mind I went looking for my darling I went looking for a sign And I found her in the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need a true love I went looking and I found one The wrong girl The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching behind The wrong dream to have in my mind I'm not what I could be I need some loving I went looking and I found some The wrong girl The wrong kind The wrong hand to be holding The wrong eyes to go searching behind The wrong dream to have in my mind The wrong girl Paper Boat I think it's going to be all right, I think it's going to be just fine, I think it's going to get much better than before, I think we're going to see the sun, I think we're going to have some fun, I think we're going to walk out through the open door Maybe when you wake up in the morning Maybe when the darkened skies are grey Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just sail away Underneath the river trees Off towards the lazy sea Underneath the bridge that carries people home Past the church where Jesus saves Off to find the path of good ways, Sailing off towards adventures of our own Maybe when I wake up in the morning, Maybe when the darken skies are grey Maybe in a paper boat we'll both just float away Trumpety bit. I think it's going to be good fun. Lord Anthony Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back now you are cool Or are you scared of bunking up who you'll talk (??) It's all gone wrong again you got double maths But the teacher's got no control The boys all run riot "You all stay quiet or you will die" Tony, back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim, 'Cause here they come again They got you on the ground You're tasting blood again At least it's your own When will you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys, "Shut your mouth, start kicking the football" Bang on the teeth you were out for a weekend (?) You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse Oh but hey, you'll soon be old enough to leave them all Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To England Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Tolberone under your dress But if the kids could see you they would pass you right by The mascara running over your eye Why don't you realize it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys, "Shut your mouth, start kicking the football" Bang on the teeth you were out for a weekend (?) They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway You'll soon be old enough to leave them all Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To England "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving for class, and as i was making my way through the story, i came to a passage that sounded oddly familiar: "Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart tempter never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village, that held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, of a long lazy summer's day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary..." +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". 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