Ich heiße Superfantastisch…

Saul, soul, sow, sew…so. I was listening to iTunes; the instruction being ‘play all songs shuffled’.
Listening, working, listening more thoughtfully and using the lyrics of the random songs to nudge me into adventurous digression.
Franz Ferdinand were upon my ears beating out ‘their love of words of love, of leisure – those poison darts of pleasure’. The nudge came, I thought about another song; one replete with well thought through words. Not of love nor leisure but certainly a pleasure to absorb – admiration drawn from their construct and quite simply the way they were sung too. Those words were:

In pillbox red I paint my door
A symbol and a signal of the coming war
Invisibly it sweeps the streets, naked in the night
A banshee’s kiss I stitch the wrists and head back to the fight

The bailout bursts my IV drip
Yeah anyone can see we are a sinking ship
The film reel rolls, I can’t go back
I bought my ticket I know it’s a one way track

Time and money, money and time
You love unconditional, that is your crime
Time and money, money and time
You love unconditional, you hold the line

There’s people losing their halos
There’s people forging them too
I keep my head down, I stay low
You tolerate me, I tolerate you too

Time and money, money and time
You love unconditional, that is your crime
Time and money, money and time
You love unconditional, you hold the line

This is a song by the Turin Brakes called Time and Money; one to be listened to and admired I promise.

Now, if you’re still around, get this: As worthy as these, those lyrics above are for one’s  lyric bank—the impetus for pasting them in this blog stemmed from a goose-bump inducing coincidence. Picture me like I mentioned, in headphones listening to Franz Ferdinand and during that episode pondering the Turin Brakes song. I scribbled a mental note to unearth the latter offering from my music library of some 1200+ songs sometime soon and give it some due appreciation. Well; I didn’t have to—plucked absolutely randomly by whatever electronics fizz their merry electrons about my music device was: Time and Money by the Turin Brakes. Did some great power listen to me and shake some musical karma about? Does my device know me better than me and anticipate what I’d fancy next? Did I by thought process alone control my device? No, no and no of course. But pure coincidences when the odds are as long as the one just witnessed—well they’re pure enjoyment too.

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Museworthy Man

Typically atypical man from Manchester with aspirations that'll never/maybe/could one day be realisations :-D

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