pissedAnd so it goes...
Postscript (6:53 p.m.): Or maybe this is actually an addendum, Whichever, in gales of boredom, I've been digging through CDs I haven't listened to in years, and one I came upon is Tonya Donelly's Lovesongs, which a lot of Low Red Moon was written to, and there's this song is particular. I've always loved it, this song, but it is pretty much exactly where my head is right now. So, in my boredom, I shall share the lyrics. Yeah, sure. You're welcome...
I heard a song,
I heard the saddest song, on WSUK.
They play it every other hour of every other day,
'Cause the greaser sent them T's and toys for regular airplay.
All your heroes are whores.
All your heroes...
'Cause it's a tinker-toy world.
Wouldn't buy a chance to leave it,
'Cause sometimes
It rains fish from the sky, and the statues all start to cry,
And someone writes another beautiful song.
And, anyway, I predict the next meteor to hit will be a monster,
Will be a monster,
And I for one am looking forward to it.
I saw a movie.
I saw the saddest film,
Where everyone got killed.
And the crowd went wild.
I didn't understand the end.
I couldn't spot the good guy.
All your heroes are whores.
All your heroes...
'Cause it's a tinker-toy world.
Wouldn't buy a chance to leave it.
Well, it's a tinker-toy world.
Wouldn't buy a chance to go,
'Cause sometimes it rains fish from the sky, and the statues all start to cry,
And someone writes another beautiful song.
And, anyway, I predict the next meteor to hit will be a monster,
Will be a monster,
And I for one am looking forward to it.
I had a dream, a shining bright city, perfect and clean.
I made a wish for a sky full of fish.
Okay, well I would buy a chance to leave it, but still...
