Friday, 16 April 2004

Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am

Simon and Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy in New York" keeps playing in my head. And I can't stop thinking of that wonderful scene in Tadpole where the song comes on. And I don't know which came first, to paraphrase High Fidelity: do I listen to the song because of the sense of urban desolation I feel, or do I feel that desolation because I listen to the song? Sometimes you walk around a crowded city and you realise, "hey, I'm really one in a million... and man, that feels like crap".

"Half of the time we're gone and we don't know where..."



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