Morning All, I'm back again with a bit of a blog post.
Have you ever stopped to think about the amount of tech in our world today? If so, have you ever then stopped to think that it's nigh impossible to be away from all of this, these days. I have often wondered what life would be like if one just so happened to isolate oneself from every single form of technology in existance. I know it's hypocritical this being posted on a blog and all but if you do but one thing I ever ask you, just think, "what would life be like if we never pushed technology further?". Perhaps a simpler place, the world would be much bigger (not literally, I'm merely referring to globalisation, and how that wouldn't happen). Things certainly would be different. Well that was fairly unoriginal but It doesn't really matter does it?
Now for perhaps some lyrics, just for old times sake really.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sat in the café by the cracker factory
We were practicing our magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun' go cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
Is all you have left and all is going to waste
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to claw
And your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not have as impossible as everyone assumes
You are Crying Lightning
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying
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Ahh good ol' Thrak
That, is the new song from the Arctic Monkeys called "Crying Lightning" from their upcoming album "Humbug", do check them out, I have every released album so if you would like to check them, you need only to ask.
Well I must be off, as Bob Dylan put it "the hour's gettin' late hey!" so for now, have a good one all you crazy cats, just for me....
"I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago. "
Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
you called?
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