Monday, January 07, 2008

On Cold Winter Mornings

I have no specific reason for posting this, perhaps thankfully given its subject matter, but it got played when I was spending my Christmas vouchers in a record shop last week and I was reminded of what a tremendous, tremendous song it is.

Someone out there reading this might not yet have heard it - so it's for you.

Your Monday heartstarter.


It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
I'm trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
And I'm wondering why we bother at all

And I think of you on cold winter mornings
Darling, they remind me of when we were at school
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name
In fact, nothing really mattered at all

And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away
But I won't get me down,
I'm just thankful to be facing the day
'Cos days don't get you far when you're gone

It's five o clock on a Friday morning
One hundred telephones shake and ring
And one of them's from someone who knew you.......

And I still think of you on cold winter mornings
Darling they'll still remind me of when we were at school
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
Were in the hands of these erroneous fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well let them take you next.
Cos you live and be thankful you're here
See it could be you tomorrow or next year.

Guillemots - 'Trains To Brazil' (2006)
[from this]


  1. cor what a top tune. sad and happy all at the same time and led me straight to the cupboard for a big glass of glad to be here red. i'm off to snog my bird and thank my lucky stars.

  2. As Dan Maskell would have said, "Oh, I say!"

  3. But are you Maskelling at the record or Ally's snog, or both?

  4. It's a good song right enough ... but ally's snogfest .. well.

    As Eddie Waring would've said, "I, I, I, I, I'm off for an early bath".


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