There isn’t much to write about.
\nFall’s there, i am getting ready for the long and cold winter,
\nfilling lists of todos,
\nembracing what will soon be the last warm afternoon.<\/p>\n
Listening to the smiths is such an autumn thing,
\nrealizing that,
\ni am listening to these same songs fall after fall,
\nsince,
\nhm, oh,
\nclose to 10 years now.<\/p>\n
* * * Hand in glove And if the people stare Kiss my shades … oh …<\/p>\n Hand in glove Hand in glove And if the people stare Kiss my shades … oh …<\/p>\n So, hand in glove I stake my claim If they dare touch a hair on your head For the good life is out there somewhere But I know my luck too well There isn’t much to write about. Fall’s there, i am getting ready for the long and cold winter, filling lists of todos, embracing what will soon be the last warm afternoon. Listening to the smiths is such an autumn thing, realizing that, i am listening to these same songs fall after fall, since, hm, oh,… Continue reading Hand in glove<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=505"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10371,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505\/revisions\/10371"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHand in glove
\nThe sun shines out of our behinds
\nNo, it’s not like any other love
\nThis one is different – because it’s us<\/p>\n
\nWe can go wherever we please
\nAnd everything depends upon
\nHow near you stand to me<\/p>\n
\nThen the people stare
\nOh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care<\/p>\n
\nThe good people laugh
\nYes, we may be hidden by rags
\nBut we’ve something they never have<\/p>\n
\nThe sun shines out of our behinds
\nYes, we may be hidden by rags
\nBut we’ve something they never have<\/p>\n
\nThen the people stare
\nOh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care<\/p>\n
\nI’ll fight to the last breath<\/p>\n
\nI’ll fight to the last breath<\/p>\n
\nSo stay on my arm, you little charmer<\/p>\n
\nYes, I know my luck too well
\nAnd I’ll probably never see you again
\nI’ll probably never see you again
\nI’ll probably never see you again
\nOh …
\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"