Barbican Strolling
Friday 28 December 2012
Thursday 20 December 2012
Tuesday 18 December 2012
Wednesday 12 December 2012
Tuesday 11 December 2012
Wednesday 7 November 2012
Wednesday 31 October 2012
Smiths
I am the son
and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Thursday 18 October 2012
Monday 15 October 2012
Thursday 11 October 2012
Suffragette City
Riding in the passenger seat staring into the night half asleep ... shaking your head
Friday 5 October 2012
Sunday 9 September 2012
Wednesday 8 August 2012
Sunday 5 August 2012
Tuesday 31 July 2012
Saturday 9 June 2012
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