I’ve had a bit of an unintended rest from this blogging lark and although I missed it I also missed it.
Yes, you right that read.
See what I did there?
Having decided that there was a me-shaped hole (whole?) in t’internet, I have likewise decided to fix it.
And now I’m back.
From outer space.
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key
If I’d known for just one second you’d be back to bother me
Go on now, go, walk out the door. Just turn around now
‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? Do you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no, not I, I will survive. Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive.
Sorry about that.
It happens sometimes.
A word or sometimes a phrase can just trigger a lyric and off I go, into the mystical, musical world of futures past.
I don’t know how it happened.
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it’s past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we’re standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle’s empty and there’s nothing left
Oh Em Gee!