This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.



Not always a very nice man… but a great poet.




Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

Rabindranath Tagore

Tagore was the first asian to win a nobel prize for literature.

Well worth the accolade.





Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


Wystan Hugh Auden

This is a perfect elegy. I love his poetry… not so sure about the man. My problem with Auden, is that he urged young men to join up for the army in the 2nd world war, and then buggered off out of it to America for the duration. Poor form.

But he wrote some of the best poems of the 20th century.





Keeping my eyes open,

Even when driving,

Is a desperate fight.

Every little thing,

Is a tangible chore,

Which sucks away

My strength.

Is it just age?

Or is it more


I don’t know…

Just let me sleep

On it.





Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas

Capable of immense wonderful poetry… also a sad cliche.





The Jezebel Spirit – David Byrne & Brian Eno

Everybody’s Coming Over my House – David Byrne

In The Future – David Byrne

Lazarus – David Byrne & St. Vincent

Lazy – X-press 2 Feat. D.Byrne

Listening Wind – Talking Heads

Born Under Punches – Talking Heads

Burning Down The House – Talking Heads

Blind – Talking Heads

Once In A Lifetime – Talking Heads

Road To Nowhere – Talking Heads

And She Was – Talking Heads

Same As It Ever Was – Talking Heads

I Zimbra Talking Heads

This Must Be The Place – Talking Heads

Psycho Killer – Talking Heads

Wild Wild Life – Talking Heads

Don’t Worry About The Government – Talking Heads

Girlfriend Is Better – Talking Heads

Cool Water – Talking Heads

Cities – Talking Heads

Once in a lifetime opportunity, Both myself and Marie, have been massive Talking Heads fans for over 40 years, independently, but to me it feels like a golden thread through time, slowly pulling us back together. When my kids were growing up, we used to play the Stop Making Sense video every Sunday Morning. I would sing at the top of my voice and dance around the house with the kids in my arms, having a whale of a time… Until Mummy upstairs shouted… Another story…

So the opportunity to go and see David Byrne live in concert is a once in a lifetime chance, because let’s face it, we are all getting too old to do this shit any more.

The mind is the mind of a teenager… but the body has seen better days. Given that, both of us will probably be dancing like idiots in the aisles… And be aching for a week after!

Wish Us luck…