Tommy Cooper
Hold Hands
“I love you.”
Three words that say a thing but don’t mean much.
Inflection
Intention
Direction
I really don’t care what they say
Or how far we walk, jump, stray
I love you,
I love all things;
But your image is burned onto the back of my brain
Etched onto the the blood-spattered walls of my skull
I fall short but I climb high
I mean well and I can’t spell
I fall short but I climb high:
Higher than I can rappel
Higher than the lows
Higher than my intellect
I’m really just a boy
You’re really just a girl
So let’s hold hands
Cockney Rejects - I Wanna Be A Star
Prophecy Interlude - JMT
I am commencing an undertaking, hitherto without precedent and which will never find an imitator. I desire to set before my fellows the likeness of a man in all the truth of nature, and that man myself. Myself alone! I know the feelings of my heart, and I know men. I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.
J.J. Rousseau
Chicago - Portugal The Man
Sorry, You’re Not A Winner - Enter Shikari
