Frank Turner Friday: Wessex Boy

posted by Jory on Friday, November 11, 2011 0 comments links to me
So, I totally had a tasty Tuesday planned, and then I couldn't find the recipe on my hard drive. I must have deleted it. I promise to get another copy from my grandmother and post it next week.

Today, though, is Frank Turner Friday! So I present to you "Wessex Boy." I just love Frank Turner. And does he remind anyone else of Chris O'Dowd (from IT Crowd and Bridesmaids) or is it just me?



Wessex Boy
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve found,
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds,
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jewry street,
As we wander uptown to the Railway, our friends to meet.

There’s something about coming back to your hometown again,

The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, and when I’m here I’m home.

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve lost,

Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross,
Or sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside,
Counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride.

There’s something about coming back to your hometown again,

The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, a Wessex boy and when I’m here I’m home.

And one day I will hear this song, anonymous and sweet,

Ringing our from a busker’s guitar on the ancient city streets.
I’ll pause a while and smile before I continue on alone,
And somebody else will sing the words, and I’ll feel like I’m home.

There’s something about hometowns that you never can escape,

The triumphs and the tragedies, the tawdry little fates,
The welling of nostalgia, the feeling kind of strange,
Because despite all of the little changes, the place still feels the same.
But then there’s something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, I’m a Wessex boy, and when I’m here I’m home.

Mix Tape Monday: Cars and Parties

posted by Jory on Monday, November 07, 2011 0 comments links to me
So, I went shopping last Friday. ! I know. Who has time for shopping anymore? Well, I took the day off. And while I was in Anthropologie, not buying anything because I'm a poor grad student and can't afford anything in there, I heard this song by Edith Frost playing. I love it. I don't even know why. I think it's just because it's such an upper. So here's an upper for what's already turning out to be a typical Monday. Oh, and btw, sorry for being MIA last week. I have no idea why I was so lazy...oh wait, yeah I do. Grad school. ::sigh::

Edith Frost - Cars and Parties .mp3
Found at bee mp3 search engine

Cars and Parties
Everywhere I go reminds me
Of someplace down in Texas
And every time I close my eyes
I dream of my old home

And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here

There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties

Everyone I know reminds me

Of someone down in Texas
And every strip mall on the highway
Reminds me of my home

And oh I’m tired of roamin’ round

There’s too many goin’ down
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties

Every time I close my eyes

I dream of someone in Texas
And every strip mall along the highway
Reminds me of my home

And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here

There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties

And oh it’s always so cold ‘round here

There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties

There’s too many cars ‘round here…

There’s too many cars ‘round here…
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
 

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