Blur — Tender. I prefer the live versions, the chorus with the choir never felt quite right to me even if it is a sing-along hymn.
The very sappy night of Tuesdays in May.
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I’m screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
I could lie to myself — and sometimes I do — but I’m not the existentialist I think I am. Even though I don’t believe in the “complete me” and “half a soul” for one bit, I am a bleeding heart romantic. Sort of. It’s sprinkled with cynical toppings and pockets of self-destructive sarcasm. There are a wide array of issues that make this and I a bad mix. That’s why I sometimes lie and claim to be that existentialist. It’s easier to combine with body horror.
Blur - Beetlebum (Live In Hyde Park, London 2/7/09)
There has been this vibe today, a viby vibe of I don’t know. It not bad, just a bit of indifference and I don’t know. Or I do know. It’s as in that movie, the dude abides. Only I’m not so much dude as the dude. Things swish by anyway and I can’t really be bothered. That’s a odd feeling for me. Mid-tempo psychedelic pop. I can do this.
This Sunday evening will be spent with ice cream and watching No Distance Left To Run. Out of cookies though, damn the man!
