sexta-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2006

Pick of the week: Guillemots, Trains to Brazil



(You're feelin' old...) It's 1 o' clock on a Friday morning. I'm trying to keep my back from the wall. The prophets and their bombs have had another success. And i'm wondering why we bother at all. And I think of you on cold winter mornings. Darling they remind me of when we were at school. Nothing really mattered when you called out my name. In fact, nothing really mattered at all. And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away. But I won't get me down, I'm just thankful to be facing the day. Cos days don't get you far when you're gone. It's 5 o'clock on a Friday morning. One hundred telephones shake and ring and one of them is from someone who knew you... And I still think of you on cold winter mornings. Darling they'll still remind me of when we were at school. When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours were in the hands of these erroneous fools. And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next, well let them take you next. Cos you live and be thankful you're here. See it could be you tomorrow next year.
Watch the non-acoustic version here.

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