Handbags and Gladrags

HANDBAGS AND GLADRAGS - STEREOPHONICS

Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
Try'na make the other side,
Ever seen a young girl growing old,
Try'na to make herself a bride,
So what becomes of you my love,
When they have finally stripped you of,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

Once I was a young man,
All I thought I had to do was smile,
Well You are still a young girl,
And you bought everything in style,
So once you think you're in, you're out,
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake,
And drink a bottle full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake,
And bake them all in a pie,
They told me you missed school today,
So what I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

They told me you missed school today,
So what I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you.


Lovely track by the Stereophonics, was just hopping out of the shower on a rainy Sunday afternoon, towel in hand and hair still drip-a-dropping when i first heard this song. At times like these you wish time would come to a standstill. To buy CDs list is getting longer, with the moolah running low, no more chocolates and chips, after all, good music feeds one more than food ever could.

Love After Love

LOVE AFTER LOVE

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat,
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

- Derek Walcott

Curve balls

Much on my mind lately, i dont think i have thought as much in the last couple of years as i have the last couple of weeks. Each time i tried penning my thoughts i convulsed into bouts of depression and fear that leaves me regressing into the little me that i have come so far. I suppose this is one of those things you'll know when it is right. There will be no hesitation, no doubts and tears, only joy. Like all the shitty things in life, i know this one too, will pass. Perhaps for now, it is okay to feel awful, depressed and shitty, until i am ready to pick myself up. I just wish i hadnt let this pride thing get in the way, that it is okay to be weak sometimes, especially in the face of the one you love most. But no, i had to be all Xena and Joan of Arc, its just that, i didnt want you to see the side of me that wasnt strong, insecurity maybe, or perhaps a form of self-defense, i just couldnt let it all out. I know you are there, and you have done more than i thought you would, and i know that i am not alone, so thank you.

Spring cleaning, so said a friend, you'll find yourself in a happier place at the end of the year. *fingers crossed* my love, keep yours crossed for me. The worst is yet to come, i fear not what is physical, that i have reckoned to be a breeze, we'll just have to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

Summer, my least favourite season of the year. We'll just have to bite our tongues and get it over and done with, after all, autumn is but a quarter of a year away.