"Alright, Fagburn?"
"Alright."
"Where you been?"
"Here, mainly. Trying to escape all the so-called royal bunting."
"Oh... been doing anything, listening to anything new?"
"This and that, you know. Have you heard the new Dexys album?"
"Not yet. Is it any good?"
"Yeah, it is. Very. You know how I keep saying the guy's a genius and they're my favourite band?"
"Yes, I remember hearing you say that. And The Fall and ABBA. But yes."
"And about how I like how Kevin Rowland does those weird stagey things where one person talks to another in stilted prose inbetween songs and then - somehow - it all fucking explodes?"
"Some people don't get those funny little theatrical bits, do they?"
"Nah. No sense of camp."
"Right."
"So anyway, it's my album of the year."
Thursday, 7 June 2012
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"Nowhere Is Home"
ReplyDeleteI now know no romantic situation
Will won in success, nothing
Can make me happy
No rose gardens for me
That’s not self pity, no
That’s the truth, yes that’s the truth
Nowhere is home to me
Nowhere is home to me
I was born here of an Irish family
But that in itself is not too good for me
Because national identity won’t fulfill me
I don’t fit that kind of all the pagin I read
Oh no that is not me
That’s just not me
Nowhere is home to me
Nowhere is home to me
I don’t know oh, where I belong
I’ve been all over this great big hell
I never thought there’s a place where I could be
But, it’s a lie, it’s a filthy lie
Nowhere is home to me
Nowhere is home to me
No place in the country
There’s no kind of city
Not a college ring for me
It doesn’t have appeal for me
I gotta be what I believe I can’t be
Anybody else’
I just gotta be myself
Take your Irish stereotype and shove it up your ass
Not what I want for me
I am a T bird that is she’s not for me
And now I’m gonna be free
Come on
Everybody say
I want to be everything, I wanna be the man of my dreams
And I can’t be a fucking stereotype
But it’s lonely being here and living this fight
But I won’t give in
I will not cave in
Until I become free
Until I become free
Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
I will become free
Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
I will become free
Yes, yes
Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
I will become free
OK..makes me cry..but it could be this shitty cold.
I HAZZIT!!!!
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