I can be the, you can be the
We can be the victims of the
Apathy that comes around
To kill a love eventually
Used to be a part of me
That wanted to be here with you forever
Now we stand around
And find it’s hard to even talk about the weather
As love just walks away
I can be the, you can be the
We can be the ones who go
Never gonna mend it
Might as well just start to let it go
Take a look around
And pretty soon you think you’ve found
A grass that’s greener
Take a little nibble and convince yourself
It’s just a misdemeanor
As love just walks away
We don’t know why We don’t know where But we know when love just walks away Some might not care Some might despair But we know when love just walks away
I can be the, you can be the
We can be the ones who see
Both of us are innocent
Love can take the guilty plea
Talks so damn convincingly
Telling us there’d never be another
Then one day you wake up, look into your heart
And you discover
Some love just walks away
We don’t know why We don’t know where But we know when love just walks away Some might not care Some might despair But we know when love just walks away
Pistol in my pocket used to be so hard
Crawling through the passion with you yard by yard
Now it’s just a memory
Distant piece of history forgotten
Nothing left to salvage when the ship is going down
And you hit bottom
As love just walks away
We don’t know why We don’t know where But we know when love just walks away Some might not care Some might despair But we know when love just walks away
Used to be a part of me
That wanted to be here with you forever
Now we stand around
And find it’s hard to even talk about the weather
As love just walks away
We don’t know why We don’t know where But we know when love just walks away Some might not care Some might despair But we know when love just walks away We don’t know why But we know when love walks away
Yeow! (Roxanne and I took tango lessons years ago and one thing we noticed was that most of the time the guy just stands there on solid shoes while the gal has to twirl around like a gymnast on high heels. A metaphor for our society? ;-))
“Artistic food deemed tastier, scientists and chef show“
First time this really struck home for me was during our 3 years living in Japan. Man, do they know about presentation! And they didn’t need some Western scientists to do a study to figure it out ;-))
“Psychologists and food scientists tested an idea favoured by some top chefs [and found that] …diners prefer a visually attractive dish, say it tastes better and they’ll pay more for it, an experiment cooked up by a chef suggests.
A friend was living a pretty intense life. This was for him. (Lyrics below the video.)
BILLY (HE’S RED-LINING)
Burning down the highway on a good-looking Harley
Running from a lover’s goodbye
Leaning on the corners like he leaned on his lady
Leaning ‘til the sparks are flying
Tattoo on his arm is of the Reaper waiting
Waiting for somebody to cry
Oh no, Billy don’t care if he dies
He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)
Pulling on the throttle ‘til he can’t hear the voices
Screaming at him, burning inside
Everybody wondering what happened to Billy
He used to be his Momma’s pride
But all he got at school was a major in dealing
Good lays and a kilo of lies
Oh yeah, Billy’s a king of disguise
He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)
Billy hit the corner with the wind in his helmet
Screaming out a final farewell
Demon underneath him at a hundred and twenty
Carried Billy right into hell
Nobody’d believed he’d ever make it to thirty
Many thought he’d die any day
And oh yeah, Billy he’d liked it that way
He’s red-lining (Oh yeah, but he’s running free)
Red-lining (Never be what you want him to be)
He’s red-lining (Right out of control)
Dude called DJ Shamrock pieced together these excerpts from the BBC show ‘Funny Talking Animals – Walk On The Wild Side.’
Normally, I can’t stand talking animals bits (or dream sequences in movies), but this definitely got me chuckling.
“Alan! Alan! Alan!” (*Thanks to Judy for the heads up on this piece that has apparently been around for quite a while. Ahead of the loop as always, Van.)
