Today I have little to say. Tough day at work. Tired. Monday blues. Tried to listen to World Gone Wrong on the way home on the train, but some shrieking teenagers in the seats around me drowned out the music. Someone is always yelling these days, no matter where you go.
So I put Silvio on just loud enough to almost block out the noise and sat back. It made me smile.
'I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain'
The clarity of the lyrics rang through my ears as the swinging camel-jaws of the constantly chattering and screeching teens arced silently on and on through the stations home.
I paid for my ticket. I didn't complain. I had some musical pleasure to compensate for the discomfort. I am so thankful for my MP3 player on days like today!
About Me
- zookie
- I am a reader, a thinker, a Humanist. I write poetry. I am an environmental pedestrian and a pescatarian. I don't smoke. I can't swim as I have a mortal fear of being immersed in water. I play the guitar with more passion than skill. I am very happily married to a man who makes me whole. I hate cities and love the countryside. I love the smell of the ocean and the sound of a train in the distance...
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