Just Now

Such lovely, sweet melancholy.

 

 

Sometime ago I met a Navajo,
In a parking lot in Tokyo,
He said everything wordlessly,
Wonderlust in my eyes he did see,
Oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah.

Those postcards I sent to Birmingham,
All the way from those windows of Amsterdam,
I copped a gram from Dappersan
Just to fall at her man in another jam,
Oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah.

Chorus:
It's the same in any language,
A brother is a brother if there’s one thing I know,
It's the same in any language,
Wherever you go.

Oooo yeah

I ran out of Jack in Tripoli,
Oh those freedom fighters they were good to me,
They asked me all about Tennessee,
And on one thing we all did agree,
Ooh yeah,
Yeah oh oh yeah.

Chorus

Wherever you go,
Where are you going, to?
Oh oh no no no no,
Where are you going, to?
Where you going to?

Everything is...
Say say say say say where are you going, to?
So where are you going, to?
I say where are you going?
Hoo hoo yeah

Yup, I was careless and yes I was not thorough enough. Enough said. I ain't changed but I know I ain't the same. We will drive it home with one headlight.

 

 

So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella,
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

(chorus)

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

(chorus)

 

 

Whilst still on the subject of music of the 90s. Here is another one. I am sure everyone would agree this song was the definitive rebel anthem of primary kids of the 90s.

 

 

Uh oh we're in trouble something's come along
and it's burst our bubble yeah yeah
uh oh we're in trouble gotta get home quick
march on the double
we've been out all night
nd we haven't been home we're walking through
the back streets all alone
the party was great yeah we were really thrilled
and when we get in we're gonna get killed
we couldn't get a cab 'cause we ain't got to money
we missed the last train bus but the night bus
never come we're eight miles from home
and it's starting to

Uh oh we're in trouble something's come along
and it's burst our bubble
yeah yeah uh oh we're in trouble book us a ticket
on the next space shuttle yeah yeah trouble
we tried to steal a car but we soon realised
we got down the road none of us could drive
a police car came along and they took us for a ride
and when we get home we're gonna get gonna get fried
uh oh we're in trouble yeah yeah uh oh we're in trouble
uh oh we're in trouble something's came along
and it's burst our bubble yeah yeah
oh oh we're in trouble book us a ticket
on the next space shuttle

 

 

Looking back at the past couple of months, I get the impression that, it felt like years instead of months. Infact, I find it quite difficult to keep track of time now. Ask me what day is today ? what date is today ? and I instantly refer to my mobile phone calendar. Frankly speaking, I just couldn't be bothered to work it out myself.

 

Another 4 weeks to go. This is the final stint. Wake up time. I feel the need to be even more focused this time around. I lost ground distracted with other elements of life. If anything counts. This does. But as with everything in life, there are no absolutes.

 

Where perseverance is the key, acquiesce is the padlock