Said we are Premier League, said we are Premier League. Job Done. In Rafa we trust.
(sorry we won’t see you there mackems 🙂 )
In the Central, with memories. We sat about there. The seat was ripped. The gents was lacking a door. The jukebox was over there, far end. You always said you meant to play Magic Bus but you put on I Want To Know What Love Is. I already knew.
None of that’s here now. The memories are but none of the rest, or you. I’m not sad. I’m just sad.
And then Dakota; plays. You and I. And I think how many songs have you missed. I’m still not sad, honest.
It doesn’t matter who I’m travelling with, or not. Nor who is here or not. When I look out the train window and see lobba hill over the Team Valley on one side and Bensham on the other, I will always smile.
Mmm Skyscraper I Love You : And I’m in the dark, in your room, making love; lying half sleeping, the beat flowing through. Probably not the best thing to try listening to while supposed to be working.
Twenty-three years since the KLF* Well, technically The K Foundation, but you know burned a million quid. Just mentioning because, you know, 2017 needs this sort of thing.
Just watched the first episode of The Grand Tour. Good to have proper Top Gear back!