Friday 26 August 2011
Wednesday 10 August 2011
from 'Mr Richards' by Frank Turner
What price creature comforts, what is this life really all about?
He drew a line between work and living, and work was winning out
And he worked for half his life, to spend the end just feeling tired out
That's when he realised that he scrimped and saved all his precious days
So he could buy icers and microwaves
And he only looks forward to his holidays
That's when his roof caved in
And it would be nice to have holiday homes and healthy bank statements and fat little kids,
And I guess you can be happy to dream all your dreams as camcorder records of the things that you did,
But as soon as your sleeping does it really matter what mattress you happen to be sleeping on?
As long as your living and your having fun; he always laughed at the drop-outs, that he could never live that way.
But the truth is Mr Richards was a coward, he was afraid.
He drew a line between work and living, and work was winning out
And he worked for half his life, to spend the end just feeling tired out
That's when he realised that he scrimped and saved all his precious days
So he could buy icers and microwaves
And he only looks forward to his holidays
That's when his roof caved in
And it would be nice to have holiday homes and healthy bank statements and fat little kids,
And I guess you can be happy to dream all your dreams as camcorder records of the things that you did,
But as soon as your sleeping does it really matter what mattress you happen to be sleeping on?
As long as your living and your having fun; he always laughed at the drop-outs, that he could never live that way.
But the truth is Mr Richards was a coward, he was afraid.
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