Mood 2 (Feeling This Way)

  


There's not a lot to say
When you're feeling this way
And you don't listen Anyway
You've got your own problems.

Listen to me Just this time
It's something yours & It's something mine
We must be close to the end of the line:
Let's try and get there together.

She said you have to learn 
(She said, she said)
To find somewhere outside of your head
I said that would be fine (I said)
But I'd rather be with You instead.

'Cause when you're up, they'll love you to death
& when you're down, they'll steal your last breath
They say goodbye, You say hello:
Ask how you're doing
You just don't know.

There's not a lot to say
When you're feeling this way
And you don't listen Anyway
You've got your own problems.


Kevin Ayers: Feeling This Way (link)

NOTE:  Feeling This Way, the first song on Still Life With Guitar, is a little masterpiece, not a word or note out of time or place (although the song's protagonist is clearly a man excised from both dimensions). 

Mornings I torture myself watching segments of “Limousine Liberal Joe” (aka "Lord Haw-Haw's Return") featuring the most important person ever to serve in the United States Congress, his  brassy ball & chain, and their replicant/revenant brood of liars, sneaks, cheats, bores and boors.  I think I do this to remind myself that for so long as the cliché catechism repeats and recycles ad nauseum, on schedule, it proves I Still Exist.  I wonder what non-New Yorkers make of the broadcast.  I know what the broadcasters make of non-New Yorkers.

I’m about to miss the Zbigniew Brzezinski/Al Sharpton cooking segment.  I think you'll like the song. Excuse me.

Mood 1 (link)