I had one recording, it was from BBC, which was slower but lost it when I reformatted HD.

British :P evening

I was feeling nostalgic, nostalgic for the nineties... so yesterday I watched a complete Pixies concert on youtube.



On the other hand, my wife reminded me of this song

Its ridiculous people dont listen/share music innit?

I guess its easier to instil hate and fear

Its after midnight so we can move on



the other side of the planet, Lenka .. its like myšlenka. mouse (myš)-lenka or a thought - myšlenka.

MS lol

I believe this is the right song to usher in the Trump era -

Nah, it's this.



Here comes the flood, rivers of blood, baby.
Here comes the quake, evacuate while you still can.
Here comes the fire, our funeral pyre, baby.
Here comes the flood, here comes the blood bath.

I hope not!

I dunno, The Divine Comedy seems pretty convinced - 'It's all over, we're all gonna die!!!!'

And now I've got myself trapped in a Divine Comedy loop. Pipez, I hold you indirectly responsible for this.





I was born in Londonderry,
I was born in Derry City too.
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile.
I knew that there was something wrong,
But I kept my head down and carried on.

I grew up in Enniskillen,
I grew up in Inis Ceithleann too.
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I knew that I could not stay long,
So I kept my head down and carried on.

Who cares where national borders lie?
Who cares whose laws you're governed by?
Who cares what name you call a town?
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground?

From the corner of my eye,
A hint of blue in the black sky.
A ray of hope, a beam of light,
An end to thirty years of night.
The church bells ring, the children sing,
What is this strange and beautiful thing?
It's the sunrise.
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise.
It's the sun rising.

I was not. It looks like Brighton to me tho :P

This is continuum for Video Killed the Raido Star

And to end the triptych of, profane, 3 accord rock. Oh wait!




Well, back to basics.

And here I was thinking the Finnish were depressed drunks .. oh wait!

Do post more, pls. He enjoys himself regardless, innit? ;)

And now .. ovečku .. wait, its dům holubí!

Fat Mike, the storyteller of our generation.