For A Buddy

C F C
If an apology from you meant anything I'd accept it now with grace
F C
But you and I both know its just a ploy for you to save some face
F
If you've had any self-respect you would turn yourself in for your crime


Chorus:
F G F
Every time you tell yourself its alright
G F
Every time you go to sleep at night
G
Every time you tell yourself its alright
C F
It just becomes a bigger lie
G C
I hope that you can stand yourself tonight

(Compleat Lyrics here)

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I know from medium/mild bitter experience that not all relationships last forever. But to see them splutter out in such acrimony makes me fume...

And when one of two people you like deserves a million times better than what he been slapped in the face with (a second time, not counting the accident of birth), and the other turns out to be something more like a rapid and vicious harpy than the sweet thing of the wittiest, driest humour you thought you knew... Aaaahrrrghhh!!!

Best to burn it out in loud music...

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Speaking of loud music, while other petrol-heads are watching the last gasp of the oil-driven, noise-junkies, internal-combustion, mutual-orgasm culture of some VERY loud machines going round and round, guess who'll be at eco-friendly and recently refurbished town of Darwin to watch one of the final concerts of the above band?

And maybe he'll do some barramundi fishing in the tidal estuaries. Hey, rock music and fishing - maybe Creepy over @ The Church of Lost Souls would enjoy this trip!

And who is it says E@L that has never fished before? [photo to come of E@L with a tiny leatherjacket (one of three/four) he caught in the river at Ulladulla (this name is not a joke) back in... oh, maybe 1984.]

E@L

Tokyo travelogue to come.