Truly God Was Good, To Make Man

What Was Sleep? A Blessing, A Respite From Life, An Echo Of Death, A Demanding Nuisance?

Oh, That Feels Good! I Don't Know Who Invented Ties And Then Insisted A Man Was Only Properly Dressed When He Wore One, But If I Ever Meet Him, I'll Strangle Him With His Own Invention

Each Of Us Has Something Within Us Which Won't Be Denied, Even If It Makes Us Scream Aloud To Die. We Are What We Are, That's All. Like The Old Celtic Legend Of The Bird With The Thorn In Its Breast, Singing Its Heart Out And Dying. Because It Has To, Its Self-knowledge Can't Affect Or Change The Outcome, Can It? Everyone Singing His Own Little Song, Convinced It's The Most Wonderful Song The World Has Ever Heard. Don't You See? We Create Our Own Thorns, And Never Stop To Count The Cost. All We Can Do Is Suffer The Pain, And Tell Ourselves It Was Well Worth It.

That's The Purpose Of Old Age... To Give Us A Breathing Space Before We Die, In Which To See Why We Did What We Did.

We're Working-class People, Which Means We Don't Get Rich Or Have Maids. Be Content With What You Are And What You Have.