Sleep by David Shrigley
I don’t think there is much more to say
Photo, Me 2007
Words, Willy Wonka himself
Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a-blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing
Longing to be…
Living in Madrid I always walk or get the Metro to where I need to be. Only in London do I get the bus and sit behind the driver at the front like a geek, put my earphones in and create my own little music video in my head and watch the world go by. This will have to do, for now.
I did lots of this last night. Felt like a right little froglet, just like the sensation you have as a kid when you are on a bouncy castle and just want to go higher and higher :)
:)
