' Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'
Friday, 14 October 2016
I Want You
The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep They wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask for me Open up the gate for you I want you, I want you Yes, I want you so bad Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers they've gone down True love they've been without it But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her She is good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter I want you, I want you Yes, I want you so bad Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit He spoke to me, I took his flute No, I wasn't very cute to him - Was I ? But I did though because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I .. I want you, I want you Yes, I want you so bad Honey, I want you.
I was super chuffed to hear that Bob Dylan had won the Nobel Prize for literature yesterday. Here's the lyrics from one of my favourite songs of his. How can that not be classed as poetry? It's wonderful that my preference for having verse set to music has been validated. Maybe young Leonard can be the next recipient? Anyway, here's the song itself, an ideal soundtrack to a film montage made up of clips of loads of random people snogging!