Some of the things I wish I’d written.

In no particular order….
Your skin makes me cry – Radiohead, Creep.
We gonna get medieval on your ass – Marsalis Wallis, Pulp Fiction.
She’s a hundred but she’s wearing something tight – Leonard Cohen, Closing Time.
Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks – Ian Dury, Plaistow Patricia.
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight – The Kinks, Dedicated Follower of Fashion.
You raise the blade, you make the change, you rearrange me ’till I’m sane – Pink Floyd, Brain Damage.
Charlie don’t surf – Colonel Kilgor, Apocalypse Now!
I chose not to choose life, I chose something else – Renton, Trainspotting.
The holiest of holy’s – Jules Winnfield, Pulp Fiction.
Sitting in a sleazy snack-bar sucking sickly sausage rolls – Lindisfarne, Fog on the Tyne.

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