the four right chords can make me cry

Compelling.

I passed an old second hand bookshop today, on the way to the museum. I made a mental note of it and went to check it out on the way back, you know I just had to. The place was a fire hazard; books, comics, magazines from wall to wall, stacked layers deep in shelves and cardboard boxes. Overwhelming! I didn't know where to start, and there seemed to be either a only a very loose organisation or an extremely complicated one that only the guys running the shop would understand. I looked around, tiny room crammed full of books gave way to tiny room crammed full of books. I tried valiantly to look for something worth reading but old issues of FHM, romance novels and other dubious titles lay strewn all over the shelves, like book-corpses slowly rotting away after a massive biblio-war. Working my way through the carnage, I found a book that would make a very good present, and tucked it into the crook of my arm. At the cashier, there was a box of CDs, and naturally, I could not resist. And who should I meet there but Kelly Jones, Richard Jones and Stuart Cable. And of course, I had to take them home!

Stereophonics :: Step on my old size nines

I’d like to know what we’re all about
We all have done
Am I gonna get old and laugh?
With someone
Think I’ll get me a boy and a girl
Or not either
Will I get what I want from this world…
I’m a daydreamer
Then I watch the old couple dance
Step on my old size nines and I’ll take you round

And you know what? They wrote this just after coming back from Birmingham. I love this CD.

posted by beckyboo @ 5:19 AM