For all of us with fond memories of Desert Storm
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The first time was so great we just had to go back and savor the disappointment
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| This was written in the seventies but the
conflicts today are depressingly familiar and often in the same places.
It's also a shout-out to Ngugi Wa Thiong'o |
We all wear one sometimes
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This is about knowing what you want but not knowing if you can really have it. It took another 20 years in my case
(and I'm still a bit insecure)
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| Literary types may be amused that this owes
something somewhat tangentially to Howard's End by E.M.Forster,
rather than A Room With A View by the same author |
| Written long before The Hours made Virginia
Woolf fashionable again. No prizes for guessing the particular novels
referenced. |
| Apparently death is more of a concern once
there
seems to be less life in front of you than behind you |
| More of the same, but with added quantum
mechanics. |
| Or was it? I read a lot of science fiction
when I was younger, and I still can't understand why we haven't
gone to Mars yet. We went to the Moon when I was still a teenager
but nowhere since. What happened to reaching out to the stars? |
| From the far-distant rock decade (Leeds 1975 in
fact). What were we thinking? Addresses relationship problems and
the mind-numbing boredom of traffic census enumeration. |
| More in the "and easy, too" category, but it was
Live at Leeds (somewhere). |
| To paraphrase Frank Z yet again, the band
broke up and it looks like we will never play again. So, I tried
playing all the parts myself, with mixed results. This song stems
from a thought that often occurred to me at the time, that the
underground system was better designed for rodents than
humans. I still like the lyrics, shame about the guitar solo. |
