Sunday, 7 September 2008

My Reward

When you're a teenager, things happen that fuck with your head.

And sometimes, you say

"Thank You - I feel much better now."

Julian Cope was one of those things.



Something made by outsiders for outsiders
:

a stray word
,
a piece of feedback
,
a great haircut
,
a guitar drone


could suddenly open the door into
a different way of looking at the world




"I was goaded into becoming a rock star by Bill Drummond and the pseudo-intellectual side of me thought it would be quite charming."




Bless my cotton socks
I'm in the news
The king sits on his face
But it's unnassumed
All wrapped up the same
All wrapped up the same
They can't have it
You can't have it
I can't have it too
Til I learn to accept my reward

Policemen stand in queues
they stand accused
We live in solitude like Howard Hughes
All wrapped up the same
All wrapped up the same
Silence has it
Arrogance has it
I can't have it ooh
Until I learn to accept my reward

Suddenly it struck me very clear
Suddenly it struck me very clean
We're all wrapped up the same
All wrapped up the same
They can't have it
You can't have it
I can't have it too
Until I learn to accept my reward

Until I learn to accept my
Until I learn to expect my
Until I learn to accept my reward

3 comments:

Leila said...

I guess cause when they fuck with your head you sit up, pay attention, and actually start thinking for once.

I am ashamed, I had to google "Julian Cope" - well you learn something new everyday..!

I, like the view said...

I've always liked chalk men

Gordie said...

As long as they don't melt in the rain...