in memoriam

[electricland]

Kirsty MacColl 10 October 1959 - 18 December 2000.

I was going to write a short entry about how I became a fan and learned she was dead on the same day, and how much her music means to me, but I spent the time ranting instead. So I will limit this post to:

Damn. What a bloody waste of talent and wit and generosity.

Sometimes it feels like you will never win
Just when you're ready to pack it all in
You tear it all down and start over again
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me

I never minded the rain on my face
I knew the sun lived in some other place
I had to go I just needed the space
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me

Sometimes your life isn't going too well
Sometimes it reads like a postcard from hell
I've made my mistakes, I suppose you can tell
Some lives read like a postcard
And some lives read like a book
I'll be happy if mine
Doesn't read like a joke from an old Christmas cracker