I keep thinking that I want to turn over a new leaf and stop being such an embarrassing fool.
I must confront my addictions and my procrastinations. Like in the poem by Larkin, begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
For some reason, I've just written some lyrics:
Fear of Sex
It's happening right now in a town near you,
Very probably,
And whatever you do, you know it's closing in,
Horribly.
Fear of sex
Fear of religion
Fear of atheism
Fear of sex
Ever since I was a tiny thing
I have feared the hidden happening.
I wished that it would come to pass, at last,
And ran in the opposite direction.
Or, anyway, usually.
If I don't die first,
One day it will catch up with me.
Fear of sex
Fear of infinite pleasure
Fear of consequences
Fear of sex
Beautiful. Genius.’Ever since I was a tiny thingI have feared the hidden happening.I wished that it would come to pass, at last,And ran in the opposite direction.’
No, surely not.
Anonymous writes:
I accidentally wrote a melody for this. This happens sometimes. When I finalize the arrangement/chords, I’ll upload a crappy mp3.
I shall be most interested. Thank you.