Showing posts with label That's What You Get Babe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's What You Get Babe. Show all posts

Saturday, March 9, 2013

I'M SO TIRED






I think I ought to go to bed
It's getting dark inside my head
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song.
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

 


I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy.





Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm losing contact with my head;
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to chase that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.






I'm So Tired -- Kevin Ayers (Link)


NOTE:  I listen to this song from the That’s What You Get Babe album all the time.  I find it unbelievably touching.  Yesterday, at lunch with a friend in Philadelphia, a person whose company I’ve enjoyed since we first met on dry-as-dust business a decade ago, I explained that depressives like to cheer themselves and others up.  My friend is well-adjusted and was surprised to learn this home-truth, but seemed to accept my assertion.





Sunday, May 22, 2011

For DS-K -- "Idiots" (Kevin Ayers Lyric/Song and Article Links)






It's getting crazier in every way;
We've got the same kind of Idiots as yesterday.
They were chosen by more Idiots,
They're one of a kind --
They'll steal your life,
But they'll never get Mine.
Cause I'm Gonna Get Mine,
Gonna Get Mine,
Gonna Get Mine, 
Gonna Get Mine!










I'm sick and tired of spending all of my years
Living under the thumbs of those old racketeers.
Power and money - More than life Everytime.
They can use your life,
But they'll never get Mine.
Cause I'm Gonna Get Mine,
Gonna Get Mine,

Gonna Get Mine,
Gonna Get Mine!


  DEAD PEOPLE LIKE TO KILL
IT'S THEIR ONE REMAINING THRILL.










This post is dedicated to Dominique Strauss-Kahn, superstar-selfless public servant, his international "peer group" (you know who they are), and their lackey-minions in the working press everywhere.  For further, see Here and Here:

"The arrest of a mediocre international civil servant in the first-class cabin of his jet isn’t just a sex story: It’s a glimpse of the widening gulf between the government class and their subjects in a post-prosperity West."