All I Think About Now – The Pixies
Can’t Help Thinking About Me – David Bowie
Don’t Think It’s Me – Smokie Robinson
He Thinks I Still Care – Kirsty MacColl
Honey D’ya Think – Janis Ian
I Kinda Think He Does – Carla Thomas
I Think I’m Paranoid – Garbage
I Think I’m Wonderful – The Damned
I Think We’re Alone Now – Lene Lovich
No Time to Think – Bob Dylan
Not The Girl You Think You Are – Crowded House
Sittin And Thinkin – The Spencer Davis Group
Think For yourself – The Beatles
Think Harder – Sneaker Pimps
Think I’m In Love – Beck
Think That I Might – Altered Images
Think Twice – Groove Armada
Think Zinc – T.Rex
Thinking Like That – Hope Sandoval & The warm Inventions
Think Of The Ocean – Porcelain Raft
My day of feeling sorry for myself for being back at work was abruptly brought up short, when my partner and soul mate told me that her step-father had died this morning. He had been ill for some time, spending the last few years constantly strapped to an oxygen tank, but even though it may be expected… It still brings you to the now when death rears its head. As my Marie is a very private person, I won’t go into the details any further.
What I can elucidate about is how this made me think. I feel we are so channelled into what we do to earn enough to live… That we forget to actually live beyond that.
Most of the people here on wordpress are actually doing something about that. You are writers, painters, musicians beyond the headline of what you do for a living. I feel that this has to be more healthy than just being described by the job you do.
When I was younger, I used to rail at the question what do you do?
I used to answer, I’m a Poet… The rest is just for survival.
Anyway enough of my blather…
Rest in Peace, Ray.