Fucking dano heap of shit. If you offer to save my fucking post then save it you cu*t.
Fuck that’s twice on the same damn post.
Tomorrow is Friday and I am both happy and sad about that. I have nothing planned for the weekend, I quite fancy seeing a movie but will have to see how it goes.
Reading and listening to music will be high on the agenda. Music has been important to me over the past few days more than ever. It’s been calling a lot more. This in itself is by no means a bad thing.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before but Local Boy in the Photograph by the Stereophonics gets to me on a pretty regular basis. Although a search of my archives doesn’t seem to have any comment. So no better time.
It came out as a single in 1998 and it was the first I had heard of the band. I caught it on MTV and liked it, it had a good tune. Shortly afterwards I was reading an article about the band and it changed everything. The song was written after the lead singer saw a picture of a guy he knew on the front page of a local paper. He had been run over by a train. The lyrics get me everytime. First time I heard it after reading the article it had me close to tears. It’s a beautiful song.
There’s no mistake, I smell that smell
It’s that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
A pebble beach, we’re underneath, a pier that’s just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today
He’ll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing
There’s no mistake, I smell that smell
It’s that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
Today
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today
He’s gone away