He who strives on and lives to strive
Can earn redemption still.

Be wary of those who speak of the obvious,
for their intentions seldom are.

Pale pubescent beasts
roam through the streets
and coffee shops,
Their prey gather in herds
a stiff kneel and skirt
and white ankle socks
But while they search for a mate,
my type hibernate,
in bedrooms above
composing their songs of love.

Young uniform minds,
in uniform lines and uniform ties,
run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire
they cannot disguise
while I try to find words
as light as the birds that circle above
to put in my songs in love.

Fate doesn't hang on our wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing, while you have time
Let the sun shine
Down from above
and fill you with songs of love.
(take me)

Fate doesn't hang on our wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So lets sing, while we still can
While the sun hangs
High up above;
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love.

~Neil Hannon

"If one puts forward an idea to a true Englishman - always a rash thing to do - he never dreams of considering whether the idea is right or wrong. The only thing he considers of any importance is whether one believes it oneself.
Now, the value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. indeed, the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is, the more purely intellectual will the idea be, as in that case it will not be coloured by either his wants, his desires or his prejudices.
However I don't propose to discuss politics, sociology or metaphysics with you. I like persons better than principles and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world."

"We can forgive a man for making something useful if he doesn't admire it. The only reason to make something useless is that one admires it endlessly.

All art is quite useless."



thank you Oscar.

In America again, quite like coming here.

'tis helping with writing already - wrote another song just in the car on the way here - not going to post it though, want to see how long it is before Cora asks me about it.

Nice to escape the bell jar every now and then.

Yeah..not really written anything for ages....
I guess I've run out of things to say.
so thats that then.

While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds