Monday, 14 December 2009

Don't you know each cloud contains, pennies from heaven

It's probably happened to us all and probably far more than just the once. Seeing something quite often that is, but never noticing the detail.

Twice this evening as chance would have it, I came across some previously unnoticed detail. The first is one of those "yer what!?" no it's not, it's one of those "yer fuckin' what? you cannot be fuckin' serious!" sort of things, but the second one is a nugget, and how I have never noticed it before, I really don't know.

"For the first time, the heartbreaking TRUTH that destroys the lies of the Portuguese police."

And there it is as bold as brass on the front page, says who!? the News of the fucking World! What a shitty little rag.

If the Portuguese think such outrageous shite is representative of us as a people and us as a nation, little wonder that they think we're all tossers and wankers.

But below, a gem, a pearl, pennies from heaven, a gift from.... well we won't get into that one.

Ignoring, if humanly possible, the nauseating, pass the bucket, sickly sentimental fucking drivel, and the implications of just why our mother of the year ain't lighting four candles, ignoring all this, you have to admit the banner is a cracker.

"Maddie's mummy should be celebrating her beloved baby's fourth birthday today."

Don't seem to be making too bad a job of it, celebrating that is, him an'all.

A long time ago
A million years BC
The best things in life
Were absolutely free.
But no one appreciated
A sky that was always blue.
And no one congratulated
A moon that was always new.
So it was planned that they would vanish now and them
And you must pay before you get them back again.
That's what storms were made for
And you shouldn't be afraid for
Every time it rains it rains
Pennies from heaven.
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven.
You'll find yor fortune falling
All over town.
Be sure that your umbrella is upside down.
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers.
If you want the things you love
You must have showers.
So when you hear it thunder
Don't run under a tree.
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me