
I can always remember good times
bury my future in coffee and wine,
but everytime I see you smile
it feels live I've been happy for a while.
(David Tattersall, Happy For A While)
the other side of the usual one-photo-a-day thingy





You took me behind a dis-used railway line
And said: "I know a place where we can go
Where we are not known"
And you gave me something that I won't forget too soon
But I can't believe you'd ever care
And this is why you will never care
Oh the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your room
They meant more to me
Than any, than any living thing on earth
They had more worth
Than any living thing on earth
Vivid and in your prime
You will leave me behind.
(The Smiths, These Things Take Time)



Just give me a second and I’ll tell you
Give me a month by myself
Sitting, smoking Belgian cigarettes
In a restaurant with a famous star
She said I know it’s not forever
I know it’s got to stop
Sitting next to a central European monument
Been driving all night on the grand highway
And if you fall hard, I fall harder
And if you fall hard, I fall harder
If you’re gonna break just let it break
I’ll pick up the pieces and mistakes
(Shout Out Louds, Fall Hard)





Spent a week in a dusty library
Waiting for some words to jump at me
We met by a trick of fate
French navy my sailor mate
We met by the moon on a silvery lake
You came my way
Said, I want you to stay
You and your dietary restrictions
Said you loved me
with a lot of conviction
I was waiting to be struck by lightning
Waiting for somebody exciting
Like you
Oh, the thing that you do
You make me go uuuh
With the things that you do (you do, you do)
I wanted to control it
But love, I couldn't hold it
I wanted to
control it
But love, I couldn't hold it
I was criticized for lending out my heart
I would criticize for letting you break my heart
why would I stand the dissapointed looks
of fooling at my one tender heart with the looks
(Camera Obscura, French Navy)


On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around and think about what might have been
and then I hear sweet music float around my head
as i recall the many things we left unsaid
(Matt Monro, On Days Like These, The Italian Job 1969 soundtrack)




