Something for Smithy, Something for Mum

SECOND AVENUE: So now that the trauma of Graham Smith's men has born out the adage that one day cricket is just a hit and giggle with the masses, while test cricket is the battleground at the soul of the game. I wont begrudge the successes of the SA one day team, but what I will begrude is any celebration of their superiority.

On another, unrelated topic, as I blog from my new pseudo-Manhattan dateline, Mum you should really check out Ben Gibbard or Death Cab for Cutie or The Postal Service. Get somebody to rip the songs of my computer. You might say that they're too noisy but they really do feature the absolute best songwriting going around. Anyway give 'em a tinkle... but here are some words to wet your appetite:

The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head

Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When i'm lying awake at night.