Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed it, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like I do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
You have a certain quality, which really is unique
Expressionless, such irony, although your voice is weak
It doesn't really matter 'cause the music is so loud
Of course it's all on tape, but no one will find out
You hated me too
But not as much as I hated you
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity,
And that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
Then we posed for pictures with the competition winners
And argued about the hotel rooms, and where to go for dinner
And someone said: "It's fabulous you're still around today,
You've both made such a little go a very long way"
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity,
And that's what's really got to me
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity,
And that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
Pet Shop Boys
9 comments:
I was hummin' PSBs yesterday. . .
great minds think alike, eh?
(your blog is seriously under-read)(or under-commented on)
XXX
Hello, sweetie. I posted this as a gift for you. (You told me yesterday you were humming PSB's, you see, before you went for your reboot.)
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . . my mind is becoming one big blank patch
in one of the smaller darker corners a vague thought that this might be a good thing is lurking
Think of it as your garden, that someone else has been round and weeded for you; and now you can decide what you would like to grow in it.
*Cheerfully waves* singing
'Lupins and tall hollyhocks in an English country garden'
:-)
Welcome to HotVimto, Kelly. I'm finding it difficult to click through to your blog... what's the URL?
what have you
what have you
what have you done to deserve this?
Hello, clicking on my name seems to work for some, failing that you could try http://peterandhisworld.blogspot.
com/
ps Pete's no longer there though, wrong fairytale, he left with his wolf.
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