Blur was an interesting band. Take the lyrics to their song "Parklife" and re-arrange it a bit, and you get this little gem of a ....story(?) told in the first person:
"Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as parklife. And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as parklife.
John's got brewers droop; he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons. They love a bit of him.
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some exercise. Know what I mean?
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house. I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too it gives me a sense of enormous well being.
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.
It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know. And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round."
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