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I know I promised that essay on taste and why we have it, yonks ago and it's getting longer and more cluttered in my head until it shall either blow up or fall out onto the paper, and this is not it. Matt has a small (v. small) treatise on "Your Love" by The Outfield and I'd been thinking of the song that most sums me up for awhile now. (For the record, Matt, I always thought the singer was a jerk--my girlfriend's away and I'm lonely so come do me. *_*, but the guitar hook is nice).

Suspended in Gaffa--Kate Bush

Out in the garden
There's half of a heaven,
And we're only bluffing.
We're not ones for busting through walls,
But they've told us
Unless we can prove
That we're doing it,
We can't have it all.

He's gonna wangle
A way to get out of it.
She's an excuse
And a witness who'll talk when he's called.
But they've told us
Unless we can prove
That we're doing it,
We can't have it all.

We can't have it all.

"I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright."

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud.
It all goes slo-mo.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Am I suspended in Gaffa?

Not until I'm ready for you,
Not until I'm ready for you
Can I have it all.

I try to get nearer,
But as it gets clearer
There's something appears in the way,
It's a plank in me eye,
With a camel
Who's trying to get through it,

Am I doing it?
Can I have it all now?

I pull out the plank and say
"Thank you for yanking me back
To the fact that there's
Always something to distract."
But sometimes it's hard
To know if I'm doing it right.
Can I have it all?
Can I have it all now?

We can't have it all.

"We all have a dream...maybe."


I won't open boxes
That I am told not to.
I'm not a Pandora.
I'm much more like
That girl in the mirror.
Between you and me
She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all.
Not anywhere at all.
No, not a thing.
She can't have it all.

"Mother, where are the angels? I'm scared of the changes."


{Highlight is mine}


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