2000-11-03

Town Called Malice

Hrmph. Too much whiskey. I'm feeling that booze-fueled existential crisis. Read into that what you will.

Here's the thing: I'm getting proper tired of number-crunching and I'm ready to write the next big screenplay. All I know right now is that it'll somehow involve The Jam's "A Town Called Malice."

Bah bah bah bah bah dah bah. Bah bah bah dah bah - ooooooh.

My problem is - is that I'm entirely too reliant on the predictable. Yes? No? It's why I'm voting for Gore. Do you ever get tired of being a stereotype? I do.

lisamcc at 04:02:02

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Michael Callan
2005-05-28 16:18:18
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few And stop apologising for the things you've never done Cos time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change this town called malice Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious in a town called malice yeah Struggle after struggle year after year The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice i'm almost stone cold dead in a town called malice ooh yeah A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear it's a big decision in a town called malice ooh yeah The ghost of a steam train echoes down my track It's at the moment bound for nowhere just going round and round Ah playground kids and creaking swings lost laughter in the breeze I could go on for hours and I probably will but I'd sooner put some joy back in this town called malice yeah A town called malice yeah A town called malice
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