screw you, bacharach!
(disclaimer: i'm sick. very sick. again. don't judge me 'cause i'm delirious. i know not what i do. oh, and please: SEND HELP!)
dear burt bacharach,
having discovered an old vinyl of yours in my mum's record collection, i was having a total retro lovefest with your musical stylez until:
'but a chair is not a house,
and a house is not a home,
when there's noone there
to hold you tight,
noone there you can kiss goodnight.'
MY HOUSE IS TOO A FUCKING HOME! SO THERE!
i've spent the past three months renovating it and making it pretty and you can't take that away from me, burt bacharach. no sirree.
i'm rubber, you're glue, etc.
and besides, there is occasionally someone there to "hold me tight" and "kiss goodnight". just because it's rarely the same someone twice is not of consequence.
anyway, that's all i wanted to say.
as you were,
la nadine
x
p.s. i am, however, totally with you on the whole 'what the world needs now is love sweet love' issue. you're sure as hell right about that.
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Nadine is unwell,
Burt B cops her wrath;
Her house is her fucking home
Yeah, I know, not one of my best...
actually that was my favourite one so far.
Ahh, but is your house your true home, the place where your soul finds solace, your spiritual centre of the universe which nobody can take away from you, the rich, gooey fondue inside the chocolate of your existence?
Or is it just some rich bastard's big fat mortage you are kindly paying off (like mine)?
it is indeed my rich, gooey fondue of spiritual solace at the centre of my universe, man at the pub.
but the mortgage i am paying off is my very own.
Bacharach has a LOT to answer for.
“Wives and Lovers”
For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
I'm warning you.
Day after day,
There are girls at the office,
And men will always be men.
Don't send him off
With your hair still in curlers.
You may not see him again.
Misogynistic much?
DOWN WITH BACHARACH!
I must admit that I've been feeling a bit, well, queasy about my unattached status lately, so I am with you on the Bacharach wrath.
My house is too a home. I bought an oil burner today and everything. And soon I'll even get the energy to get up and do the dishes and crap.
Obviously, you have the benefit of owning a house rather than renting a falling apart crap shack held together by love and pot smoke, but I've heard self pity is unflattering on a girl.
Bit less pretentious than the others?
can't really pinpoint it, b-berry.
possibly the pithy use of colloquialism.
possibly the subject matter.
it just has a certain "je ne sais pas" that those before it have somewhat lacked.
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