12 January 2012

Steiner



When I was growing up there was always a pub at the end of the road. It was your local.
At about nine o’clock when everyone had got a bit merry, you began to sing. Everybody did it. It was incredibly communal. You could walk up the main road where there was a pub on every corner and it would be a cacophony of singing.

 - Terence Davies

1 comment:

  1. Hate New York City
    It's cold and it's damp
    And all the people dressed like monkeys
    Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos
    That town's a little bit too rugged
    For you and me you bad girl

    Rollin' down the Imperial Highway
    With a big nasty redhead at my side
    Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north
    And we as born to ride

    Roll down the window put down the top
    Crank up the Beach Boys baby
    Don't let the music stop
    We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more

    From the South Bay to the Valley
    From the West Side to the East Side
    Everybody's very happy
    'Cause the sun is shining all the time
    Looks like another perfect day

    I telecommute to L.A. (We telecommute to it)
    I telecommute to L.A. (We telecommute to it)

    Look at that mountain
    Look at those trees
    Look at that bum over there, man
    He's down on his knees
    Look at these women
    There ain't nothin' like 'em nowhere

    Century Boulevard (We telecommute to it)
    Victory Boulevard (We telecommute to it)
    Santa Monica Boulevard (We telecommute to it)
    Sixth Street (We telecommute to it, we telecommute to it)

    I telecommute to L.A.
    I telecommute to L.A.
    (We telecommute to it)

    ReplyDelete