Last night I listened to The Bends for the first time in absolutely ages. It reminded me of the first year at Bristol. I must get round to learning to play Just properly again sometime. Then we followed that with OK Computer, which reminds me of working in the states in summer 1997 (being asked to play Karma Police on the guitar for the fifteenth time). I had already fallen asleep (I blame the wine) before Karma Police came on, and I woke up, almost a whole album later, as my mp3 player on repeat got back round to Exit Music (For A Film).

This morning I went looking for those links and couldn’t leave cd-wow without buying something, so I picked up Lipstick Traces (you may wish to go to the official manics website to enter the competition to win wristbands to their HMV instore gig next monday) and Punch Drunk Love on DVD.

A heart that’s full up like a landfill/A job that slowly kills you/Bruises that won’t heal
You look so tired unhappy/Bring down the government/They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life/A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises/No alarms and no surprises/No alarms and no surprises
Please