Monday, 18 May 2009

18/31 - I sing myself to sleep, a song from the darkest hour ...


The first lines from songs are getting a bit obscure now! Although anyone from Manchester will get it straight away, which brings me to William's hat, back in the Madchester years you had to have one. I have been out of Manchester for fifteen years but still have the accent and proud of it - 'sorted'... ( I tone it down in work, when I can) William picks up some of it now and again and it makes me smile. Big up :-)

5 comments:

Jules said...

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me

...

;o)

Art with Liz said...

Don't know about Manchester and hats, but love the drawing!

Sarah Ketelaars said...

i'm in the dark when it comes to what the words mean too, but i love the drawing. And the title is very poetic - i'm off to Google it now to see if that sheds amore light for Southerners like me!

Sarah Ketelaars said...

Well that didn't take long...
i'm ashamed of myself (i should've known that!)

Pippa said...

The lyrics speak a lot to me right now.

Ah, a Manchester accent? That's nothing compared the South African accent here! =)

Beautiful drawing, Steve.

(: Pippa

 
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