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Shame
Shame is a powerful emotion for some of us. The realization that you have lost control of your own life could be depressing or liberating. There are actually three choices. Do you let it keep you down? Do you embrace your newly realized status? Or do you refuse the path chosen for you and change course? What do you choose when your own home no longer seems like a safe haven?
How does she sleep?
๐ต Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head ๐ถ
Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head - Elvis Costello and the Attractions (1986), Blood and Chocolates, Elvis Costello
Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearing out his hair again
He's crying over her again
He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers
Here comes Mr. Misery
He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
He's contemplating murder again
He must be in love
But you know she doesn't want you
But you can't seem to get it in your head
Oh and you can't sleep at night
And she haunts you when you go to bed
When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down
So you hang around and drown instead
Home isn't where it used to be
Home is anywhere you hang your head . . .
Picture taken at home.
Shame
Shame is a powerful emotion for some of us. The realization that you have lost control of your own life could be depressing or liberating. There are actually three choices. Do you let it keep you down? Do you embrace your newly realized status? Or do you refuse the path chosen for you and change course? What do you choose when your own home no longer seems like a safe haven?
How does she sleep?
๐ต Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head ๐ถ
Home is Anywhere You Hang Your Head - Elvis Costello and the Attractions (1986), Blood and Chocolates, Elvis Costello
Here comes Mr. Misery
He's tearing out his hair again
He's crying over her again
He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers
Here comes Mr. Misery
He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
He's contemplating murder again
He must be in love
But you know she doesn't want you
But you can't seem to get it in your head
Oh and you can't sleep at night
And she haunts you when you go to bed
When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down
So you hang around and drown instead
Home isn't where it used to be
Home is anywhere you hang your head . . .
Picture taken at home.