This is the first line of the first twenty-five songs that my Ipod shuffles for me. It almost makes a poem...
I’ve been thinking about the time you walked out on me
Well, let me tell you, darling, I’ve been high most of my life
Half past twelve, and I’m watching the late show
Well, you can tell by the way I walk
I know you’ve got to go and I
Should have seen by the look in my eyes
What’s wrong with you? I wish I knew
Highway run, into the midnight sun
It’s high now. So low, it’s high.
Moves like a fist through traffic, anger and no-one can hear it
I awoke, only to find my longevity
Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?
Take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one I’ve got
It’s hard to leave your bed
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
In the colours of the night
Here we stand
Oh, life, is bigger, it’s bigger than you, and you are not me
Everybody’s talking at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying
I’m gonna clear my head, I’m gonna drink that sun
I’ve watched the stars fall silent, from your eyes
One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
I left your house this morning at a quarter after nine
Did the hours grow shorter as the days go by?