i am not jesus, though i have the same initials
i am the man who stays home and does the dishes
"and how was your day?"
is that woman still trying to do your head in
a man told me to beware of thirty-three
he said: "it was not an easy time for me"
but i'll get through, even though i got no miracles to show you
i'd like to make this water wine, but it's impossible
i've got to get these dishes dry
and i'm not worried that i will never touch the stars
'cause stars belong up in heaven and the earth is where we are
ikke for å bli HELT musikkblogg her, men det finnes enkelte låtskrivere som kanskje er enda mer utrolige lyrikere. og iblant betyr det noe helt spesielt. som med Jarvis Cocker i Pulp. så hverdagslig og lite overveldende mandags-deprimert, samtidig så eksistensielt og storslått at det nesten blir for mye. men bare nesten.