In fact at the moment I am kind of clinging to them like a cubby. They've rescued me on more than one occasion, and no matter what happens and how crappy life becomes, I know they will always be there when I need them.
These are the records that I never ever get tired of, that give me the same thrill every time I play them. On days when I don't feel like listening to anything (yes, I have those) but I also don't want to listen to the guy behind me on the bus snorting into his Financial Times, I put one of these on, and I find I did want to listen to something after all. In fact, I've not felt like listening to anything but all week.
These records entirely fill my head with music and push everything else out of the way. Nothing else exists. And like fortune cookies, they always mean what you want them to at the time.
There's this ancient knot inside my chest, it works its way into my throat / will not let these stories out / refusal works, it always wins / too much thought, too few grins
If these records were the only things I had left in the world, it wouldn't be so bad.
Crikey, yes. 'Love is Hell' never gets tired, does it?
ReplyDeleteAlso, your previous post was brilliant.