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Right, A Lyrics Question...
Jun. 8th, 2007 10:37 pm...to all those reading this out there in LJ-land who, combined, have a truly encyclopaedic knowledge of music and lyrics.
I was in Superdrug a couple of days ago, and heard a song that I thought was by Oasis, and quite liked. It certainly counded like Liam Gallacher's voice, the chord progressions sounded a little like Don't Look Back In Anger (which, I am aware, narrows my search down to all 4,356,289 songs based on Pachelbel's Canon in D), and the lyrics sounded mancunian and pretentiously profound.
Unfortunately, upon trying to find out what it was later so I could procure it through the usual channels, the only lyrics I could remember from it are something along the lines of "we're all born of a man" and "see what we want to see" - the former from the back end of the chorus/bridge, the latter from the opening segment of the chorus.
After trying various combinations and variations based upon those themes, Google is shrugging, Lyricssearch is shrugging, and most importantly, I am shrugging. Does anyone have any idea what this mystery song may be? It sounded like britpop, sung by a guy who thought the world owed him a living, with at least one other male voice in harmony but no female voice that I could hear.
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This weekend I am at home. I am here because it is Mum's birthday on Sunday and I had the choice of coming home this weekend and being there for it, or coming home next weekend and being a week late, and having to post both mum's and dad's (his is on Wednesday) presents. Going home this weekend means I miss Sunday's LARP and playing Juilin, which probably means I won't get into the bracket for Carl's 20+ game that I have asked to play him on as well. However, going home this weekend means I can be there for the IC meal next weekend, which I think I stand a great deal more chance of having fun at - cracking wise social commentary while enjoying a drink versus cracking wise social commentary while having my legs broken being the toss-up. I suppose it's a pity I'm missing the game, but at no fault of anyone but myself I look forward to a purely social situation more than a live one with the character.
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Which dumbass put Fathers Day precisely where it gets in the way of buying my dad a birthday card? You can't move in shops for reminders that four days after his birthday, we're supposed to do it all over again. He doesn't celebrate it, and I don't celebrate it. We celebrate his birthday and have a drink of whichever scotch I buy him (Lagavulin 16yo in this case - very smooth drop and not remotely as smoky a some from Islay), and I don't need some jumped-up semi-event gatecrashing my shopping trip. Yes, I realise the answer to this is to buy his birthday card at any other time of the year, but it's the principle of the matter, damn it.
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Warhammer has started up again, and the baloon has gone up already. Barely back into the swing of things when Alaina turns up and promptly gets turned into a vampire. This causes Pieter to zone out completely - being a country bumpkin at heart, his momma said we should knock out dead things who haven't fallen down yet, yet due to his insanity he remained hopelessly in love with her at the same time. Brain melt. Also, attempted suicide. Jon wouldn't let me roll to see if I managed to kill myself, but he did furnish me with another character sheet for if I wanted to gen another character. Now there's mixed signals for you.
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Getting digital TV has been a white cloud with a grey lining for my parents, in that mum has realised that ITV2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9 shows wall-to-wall repeats of late eighties/early nineties teatime drama series. I enjoyed Lovejoy and Pie In The Sky - the first time around when I was about ten. They haven't aged as well as some series.
Right, back to carrying on sneezing the last of Bath out of my nostrils (it's the only place in the country that gives me hayfever) and getting some more macros written - been neglecting my duties recently.
I was in Superdrug a couple of days ago, and heard a song that I thought was by Oasis, and quite liked. It certainly counded like Liam Gallacher's voice, the chord progressions sounded a little like Don't Look Back In Anger (which, I am aware, narrows my search down to all 4,356,289 songs based on Pachelbel's Canon in D), and the lyrics sounded mancunian and pretentiously profound.
Unfortunately, upon trying to find out what it was later so I could procure it through the usual channels, the only lyrics I could remember from it are something along the lines of "we're all born of a man" and "see what we want to see" - the former from the back end of the chorus/bridge, the latter from the opening segment of the chorus.
After trying various combinations and variations based upon those themes, Google is shrugging, Lyricssearch is shrugging, and most importantly, I am shrugging. Does anyone have any idea what this mystery song may be? It sounded like britpop, sung by a guy who thought the world owed him a living, with at least one other male voice in harmony but no female voice that I could hear.
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This weekend I am at home. I am here because it is Mum's birthday on Sunday and I had the choice of coming home this weekend and being there for it, or coming home next weekend and being a week late, and having to post both mum's and dad's (his is on Wednesday) presents. Going home this weekend means I miss Sunday's LARP and playing Juilin, which probably means I won't get into the bracket for Carl's 20+ game that I have asked to play him on as well. However, going home this weekend means I can be there for the IC meal next weekend, which I think I stand a great deal more chance of having fun at - cracking wise social commentary while enjoying a drink versus cracking wise social commentary while having my legs broken being the toss-up. I suppose it's a pity I'm missing the game, but at no fault of anyone but myself I look forward to a purely social situation more than a live one with the character.
______________
Which dumbass put Fathers Day precisely where it gets in the way of buying my dad a birthday card? You can't move in shops for reminders that four days after his birthday, we're supposed to do it all over again. He doesn't celebrate it, and I don't celebrate it. We celebrate his birthday and have a drink of whichever scotch I buy him (Lagavulin 16yo in this case - very smooth drop and not remotely as smoky a some from Islay), and I don't need some jumped-up semi-event gatecrashing my shopping trip. Yes, I realise the answer to this is to buy his birthday card at any other time of the year, but it's the principle of the matter, damn it.
______________
Warhammer has started up again, and the baloon has gone up already. Barely back into the swing of things when Alaina turns up and promptly gets turned into a vampire. This causes Pieter to zone out completely - being a country bumpkin at heart, his momma said we should knock out dead things who haven't fallen down yet, yet due to his insanity he remained hopelessly in love with her at the same time. Brain melt. Also, attempted suicide. Jon wouldn't let me roll to see if I managed to kill myself, but he did furnish me with another character sheet for if I wanted to gen another character. Now there's mixed signals for you.
______________
Getting digital TV has been a white cloud with a grey lining for my parents, in that mum has realised that ITV2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9 shows wall-to-wall repeats of late eighties/early nineties teatime drama series. I enjoyed Lovejoy and Pie In The Sky - the first time around when I was about ten. They haven't aged as well as some series.
Right, back to carrying on sneezing the last of Bath out of my nostrils (it's the only place in the country that gives me hayfever) and getting some more macros written - been neglecting my duties recently.
