when you have really fucked things up, then it’s time to make amends
Perhaps this tune will go someway to making up for my really making a mess of things over the last few days.
I hope you like it.
Please listen to the lyrics.
It would be nice to take my friend down to a beach and draw a heart in the sand for her
America only has three cities
New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans
everywhere else is Cleveland
Last night, in the middle of the night, I knew that I had to have this song on my blog today. I have no idea why that is.
Once, I turned down a chance to go to New Orleans, with a very interesting woman.
I have no idea why I didn’t.
in the middle of the night
by the dark of the moon
a lost man, in a lost world, on an endless quest for faith and truth
This song is for a friend of mine, who oft gives me the faith and strength to carry on when all seems lost. When I’m down and troubled she lends a helping hand, she helps me to get up again, and strive once more to be a really great guy, living a very cool life.
A bit of Shakespeare, some Thomas Malory, and a reference to Alfred, Lord Tennyson in the video accompanying this song. Who knew that Sting was educated and well-read?
King Canute’s real name was Cnut. What a great T-shirt logo, if you were brave enough.
Please listen as you look to see if you have any great literature on your Kindle.
knighthood’s dauntless deed
beauty’s matchless eye
I’ll send an S.O.S. to the world
Alone, trapped, scared of being alone, at least I can walk on the beach.
If you too are trapped, write to me, put your message in a bottle, chuck your message to me into the sea, or a river, or a stream ~ the Cosmos will see that it’s delivered.
Please listen without despair.
just don’t empty your bottle too quickly
when a man’s in love, nothing else matters
I can sail a yacht, ride a horse, build a car, write poetry with gorgeous calligraphy, and take great photographs ~ but no matter how hard I’ve tried I haven’t always been able to keep the affections of someone I loved.
Trying to be perfect is perhaps the biggest mistake a man can ever make.
Please listen with understanding.
just one of the places we liked to go
if you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere
Back in the day I spent a lot of time in New York. Why? It’s where the money is.
Some say you haven’t lived until you’ve died in New York. And that somewhere between living and dreaming there lies New York. All I know is that New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it certainly sleeps around.
Please listen with care ~ The Big Apple can be dangerous to the unwary.
some sights you just have to see
to get around New York, rent a limousine
And the crow called the raven black
And he was far too certain of himself.
Some say that only a geordie boy is a real man. And that whoever wants to relax in the south is a wanker. All I know is that it gets cold in the sunshine here.
where the crow commands the captive must obey
I like American women. They do things that French women never do ~ like showering.
It occurs to me that my expectations are usually way off what is likely to happen, my manners and mores are ridiculously old-fashioned, and my standards are way too high for any girl to reasonably meet. Does that make me wrong, or stupid, or just English?
Being an older English guy isn’t always a bed of roses. And being a cool English guy in the USA can make one realise why England and America are two countries separated by a common language. More than half the time American woman have no idea what the
fuck hell I’m talking about.
On the other hand, dating an American woman is so much better than dating a Parisienne girl. Body odour and the smell of cigarette smoke tend to follow them around like a personal raincloud.
I love American women. Just not necessarily in New York.
the circle line is cool too