Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Nothing to say

Right, wrong, what to do?

Someday it will come to you

Hostile indians

We named our summer camp for you



I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I'm in utter dismay

I've got nothing to say



Harmless children

We named our soldiers after you

Don't be a coconut

God is trying to talk to you

We could drag it out

But that's for other bands to do



I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to give

Got no reason to live

But I will fight to survive

I've got nothing to hide

Wish I wasn't so shy



I lied to urge

I'd like to read

I'd like a part

I'd like the lead



But

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to give

Got no reason to live

But I'll kill to survive

I've got nothing to hide

Wish I wasn't so shy


- 'Ask Me Anything', The Strokes

2 comments:

elaine said...

ok then.

dearest Richard, if I email you the deets will you come to ruby's and my housewarming on 3rd Feb?

please do.

love,
Elaine

ps what is your favourite colour?
pps pork pie hats (ala early 90's) or fedoras (ala justin timberlake or britney)?

ppps you did say to ask you anything

richardwatts said...

Elaine - yes, I'd be delighted to attend the shindig in question. How lovely!

My favourite colour is black. Yes, I know it's not really a colour. Green, if you're going to be especially pedantic.

Oh, definitely fedoras, for that zoot suit look.