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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Sunday, June 05, 2005
    Send that stuff on down to me
     
    I may have spent most of the week listening to ever-lovin' brother Julian, but for lyric of the week Nick Cave has clinched it. The whole of Abattoir Blues is thrilling, and There She Goes, My Beautiful World tremendous. Sums up my condition a day before my 43rd birthday.....

    John Wilmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox
    Nabakov wrote on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks
    St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box
    And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks
    Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
    Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
    Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
    I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head
    Send that stuff on down to me...