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Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
Song
they flutter behind you your possible pasts
some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost
a warning to anyone still in command
of their possible future to take care
in derilict sidings the poppies entwine
with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?
she stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
stepping up boldly one put out his hand
he said, “i was just a child then now i’m only a man”
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?
by the cold and religious we were taken in hand
shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
and strung out behind us the banners and flags
of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
do you remember me? how we used to be?
do you think we should be closer?
--Roger Waters
Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer?
Nah
It’s in the past. It’s best there. All we do by revisiting it over and over is realise how trapped we are by what we were.
And all the time, we fail to be who we could be
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Oh.
Hello Steve. Nice to see at least someone reads this
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*sigh*
Apparently Adam told David "wait until the morning and read my blog, I’m going to piss lots of people off"
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Shocking.
Grumpy. The whole flat kept me up until 4 fucking AM. Adam was at Windypops but didn’t talk to me. Apparently he was going to talk to me when he got in after loads of beer. A world of no. Atmosphere in the flat was killer. Joy. Gate keys failed so was stuck outside for half an hour too.
James was being pissed off, TJ was being pissed, I was being incredibly tired and David and Ed were being careful. And Adam arrived with a preconcieved and incorrect idea I wasn’t willing to explore with someone who’d been drinking all night. If he wants to talk, so be it. But he didn’t, he wanted to lecture. I was really not in the mood for another one way conversation. So I went to bed (or at least tried to).
Everyone was out when I’d got home. It was lovely. I chose to fix my soundcard (5.1 again! Yay!) and upgrade Novak to FC4. Still in the process of doing that one. Out of disk space on /usr. Oops. Might move /usr/share to hide on /var or something.
Chatted to bump and abeneplacito when I got to the ’pops. Lloyd was immensely pissed off because he wanted to come but got lumbered with babysitting. Strange atmospere. Not good. Was told off by Tony for missing the Swan’s 20th at the weekend. Oops.
TJ had fun in Blackpool (and GAY judging by the slurring sounds coming from his mouth 
) and so drunkenly told us all about it. *dribble*
No idea how I’ll make it through the day awake. Have dull enough work to do as it is. Spose I can continue the upgrade.
The Sun today is awash with stories of Mick Jagger having a small cock according to Keith. Nice to see the world hasn’t ended yet...