Women! Sometimes they can really get (no pun) on your tits! You all know what I mean. For example: when they leave the tap on whilst brushing their teeth, engage in the most irrelevant of meaningless small talk and (most annoying of all) manage to leave their long strands of hair lying around so that, somehow, they end up wedged between the cheeks of your arse! (Any man who doesn’t own up to this by the way is a plain and simple liar)
So, my dear readers, you must be wondering what the fuck I am twittering on about. Well, it’s this – romance! Or more importantly – romantic lyrics
I was sat in the garden on the (only) most of summer’s days with my beloved. So, as any sane bloke would do, to drown out the endless and constant flow of ‘bird drivel’ coming out of my missus’ north and south, I put some tunes on
As an ode to my missus as I don’t like getting a cob on with her as she’s alright ye know, I thought I’d give Jeff Buckley a shout. Obviously I’m not going to ‘give him a shout’ as the poor fucker is brown bread. But, Jesus! What a lyricist! The man really was an utter genius. Pity he didn’t put as much time into learning how to swim as he did song writing
The song that really does get me ‘in the mood’ (more about that later) has always been ‘Lover You Should Have Come Over’. Here are a few examples of how great the lyrics Buckley came up with on this song:
“She’s a tear that hangs inside my soul for forever”
“A kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder”
But! And it’s a big fucking but, Buckley’s lyrics are guaranteed any bit of snatch to grace (no pun) your bed sheets and with (un)fertilised eggs in the morning without a shadow of a doubt
So, next time your ‘on the prowl’, I suggest you have a listen to ‘Grace’ and especially the afore mentioned song for inspiration
You’ll be ‘taters deep’ in no time, lad
Mol
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