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
The blog of a 53 year-old gay man living in Melbourne, Australia; a writer, broadcaster, critic, arts advocate and Doctor Who fan.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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2 comments:
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
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.
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