Fritter it Away

Sometimes
I lie
Awake at night
It’s a sign
Or a symptom of decline

From staring at computer screens
Attending to the fax machine

And the bus
It moves so slow like my day
Why should I feel so low?
It’s a shame
That this is how we’ll spend today

But by Friday at five fifteen
I’m queuing at a cash machine
For my pay
We’re going to fritter it away

Do you long
For just one good dream
And a song
Free from the misery
Is it wrong?
To find somewhere you belong

He gets home
To a cold, dark house
On his own
Reality freaks him out
He has grown
Up to be one lonely man

So why has he got no dough
And when did the good times go
Away
Did he fritter it away?

William Gray

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Chillis

and not just the title. I thought it might be a sort of british version of give it away ;./

(whaddigot ugotta sellit to ya grandma)

This one makes a damned good point. Is it wrong to use whatever your opiate of choice is to escape a reality we have no real ability to change? Or is the self-medicating the actual reason we can't change our lives?

bloody lyrics.

Escapism

Escapism is wrong. It does no good at all to run run run run run because eventually you'll get tired and whatever it was you were running from will catch you and it'll be a lot crosser and you'll be a lot weaker by then.

Also, the man at the station will say "gut luck, Tommy", you'll say thanks and that'll be it. Or you'll end up tangled in a fence like Steve McQueen or blind like Donald Pleasance. There's also something to do with making maps out of lemon curd, which sounds like more trouble than it's worth, and making a glider out of tablecloths and riding crops stolen from SS officers (the tablecloths).

I'm sure I had a point...

For you, ze war is over.