Things I Don't Have To Do
What a wonderful thought, that there are onerous things that one had to do before which one no longer has to do! Things like giving the time of day to false gods and stuff like that...
Tonight I am listening to the Peter Malick/Norah Jones song, 'Things You Don't Have To Do', from the excellent album New York City. The words go like this:
I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon
Nobody looked me in the eye
Tried to fly to the moon
Only made it to the sky
I was looking, looking for
I couldn't find a friend
Searching for a clear connection
Without a digital send
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
Bill doesn't call me anymore
I hear he's found religion
Big haired blonde apprentice beautician
And all the words and gesticulations that came before
Don't seem to mean a thing
You can feel fine to drop a dime
If you're ever hanging by a string
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
I hear voices crying out
Echoes on the boulevard
Contentious rambling incantations
Of some senile bard
There's too much going on around here
To keep my head from spinning
And this constant acceleration
Blurs any ties to the beginning
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
It's a very amusing song, and I found myself laughing at certain points. Do try to find the album; excellent mood music for hard times, uneven times, or times when you just want to hear good music.
Tonight I am listening to the Peter Malick/Norah Jones song, 'Things You Don't Have To Do', from the excellent album New York City. The words go like this:
I walk down the diamond studded concrete canyon
Nobody looked me in the eye
Tried to fly to the moon
Only made it to the sky
I was looking, looking for
I couldn't find a friend
Searching for a clear connection
Without a digital send
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
Bill doesn't call me anymore
I hear he's found religion
Big haired blonde apprentice beautician
And all the words and gesticulations that came before
Don't seem to mean a thing
You can feel fine to drop a dime
If you're ever hanging by a string
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
I hear voices crying out
Echoes on the boulevard
Contentious rambling incantations
Of some senile bard
There's too much going on around here
To keep my head from spinning
And this constant acceleration
Blurs any ties to the beginning
Ain't it just a little scary sometimes
To find the lies that you know to be true
I'll find you smiling about
Things you don't have to do
It's a very amusing song, and I found myself laughing at certain points. Do try to find the album; excellent mood music for hard times, uneven times, or times when you just want to hear good music.
Labels: Music, Odd Thoughts
etched with acid at 12:07:00 am
1 Comments:
While playing this song a question came up in my mind... (somehow)...
take any open ended question in any english, economics, geography etc paper. How much emphasis is placed on whether the answer is correct? Not follow-markscheme-correct but this-is-not-random-bs-correct?
Or are markers more than happy to give A to anyone who sounds like a CNBC market guru? We all know how often they are correct...
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