Fucking dano heap of shit. If you offer to save my fucking post then save it you cu*t.<\/p>\n
Fuck that’s twice on the same damn post.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before but Local Boy in the Photograph<\/i> 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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
There’s no mistake, I smell that smell
\nIt’s that time of year again, I can taste the air
\nThe clocks go back, railway track
\nSomething blocks the line again
\nAnd the train runs late for the first time<\/p>\n
A pebble beach, we’re underneath, a pier that’s just been painted red
\nWhere I heard the news for the first time<\/p>\n
And all the friends lay down the flowers
\nSit on the banks and drink for hours
\nTalk of the way they saw him last
\nLocal boy in the photograph
\nToday<\/p>\n
He’ll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
\nPast the place they found his clothing<\/p>\n
There’s no mistake, I smell that smell
\nIt’s that time of year again, I can taste the air
\nThe clocks go back, railway track
\nSomething blocks the line again
\nAnd the train runs late for the first time
\nToday<\/p>\n
And all the friends lay down the flowers
\nSit on the banks and drink for hours
\nTalk of the way they saw him last
\nLocal boy in the photograph
\nToday<\/p>\n
He’s gone away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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