This song is so great.
If I asked you really politely, Mark, would you change your avatar?
Every time I see it, I imagine you howling in the darkness of your flat . . . overcome by the demon drink and existential angst, listening to impossibly sad songs.
I would personally recommend a bit of a makeover.
This, for example, might suit you:
Pretty please.
To infinity - and beyond!
His facial expression perplexes me.
Is he exasperated?
Or are his eyes simply rolling back into his head?
Is he going into some kind of a trance or conducting an Acte of Magick?
Is he in pain?
Has his fag end burnt down and scorched his fingers?
Is there a flicker of evil pleasure in his eyes?
And the ghost of a smile?
Has his last lightbulb just gone and he's now onto the candles?
Are they scented?
These questions bother me.
To infinity - and beyond!
yes he's litten his scented candles, filled up the tub and added some bubbles and bathing oils, and is just about to have a bit of what he calls "me-time".
Hope that helps you Hugh.
Haha "you Hugh" sounds funny.
He's being intense, intelligent, French and a little insane all at the same time. & they say men can't multi-task. I recall Mark saying it was Antonin Artaud, the intense, intelligent, partly insane Frenchman.
"Dedicated to Hugh, But You Weren't Listening"
"Dedicated to You, But You Weren't Listening"
British prog humor at its best
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I liked Clifford T. He always seemed to craft his lyrics, to work words into them with were out-of-the-everyday; which is what you'd expect from a teacher of English. So often lyrics just seem to be thrown together, with no effort or imagination behind them. It's always a comfort to turn to songs like 'Jayne' and be reassured that there are still songwriters out there whose vocabulary extends to more that a couple of hundred words. Were still songwriters, I mean. RIP.
That said, I'm not sure how closely his record company listened to his lyrics. When I was working in a record shop, back in the Seventies, they packaged up a song called 'Someone I Know' as a Valentine's Day record, complete with a hearts-and-flowers sleeve. But as the song goes on it becomes obvious that the relationship has broken down; the last verse went, "Someone I know is setting you free, someone who should have been happy to be, with someone like you, but he couldn't be true, someone I thought I knew, someone called 'me'." I wonder how many romances were torpedoed by that particular Valentines Day gift...
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