the better you look,
the more i want you.
girl when you hold my hand,
i feel so grand that i could cry.
the better you look,
the more i want you.
I have basically got three songs on rotating repeat at the moment. It’s that sort of time. The Pretenders – Don’t Get Me Wrong, David Bowie – Strangers When We Meet, and a third which shall remain nameless because it’s a big fat guilty pleasure. (Some of you might argue that The Pretenders should also be on the guilty pleasure list, but that’s where we would disagree.) This loop will hopefully be broken tomorrow though, as I’m heading south to spend some much needed time in the sun with family, friends and fizz. Basically, I can’t wait.
whenever her face is frozen,
unable to fake it anymore,
her shadow is always with her,
her shadow can always keep her small,
so frightened that he won’t love her,
she builds up a wall.
You probably guessed from yesterday’s blog that I’m having a moment with Dionne. It’s to be expected, really. But I’ve just discovered her singing The Girl From Ipanema with Sacha Distel. I’m not entirely sure how it’s possible, but I’ve never heard it before and am suitably blown away. I’ve always had a love affair with this song – in fact, would you believe me if I told you it features in my first ever blog post?….Here. So, from that blog post a little under three years ago, to now. It appears I haven’t moved any further forward. Either that or I’m just referring back. Whatever. Watch and learn (them, not me, of course).