Oh, I think my subject matter is really good but re-reading it I wasn't particularly happy with any of the actual lines that I'd written for it, apart from:
"Jimmy fell into a silo
And drowned beneath the grain"
The rest of it was all a bit 'oompah-oopah', or that's how it came across to me when I read it. I definitely want to write about it, but really need to feel I've done justice to each story because at times it preys on my mind a lot. In fact, I think that I might write a song about each individual death because it seems like a decent way to get that **** out of my head.
- My ex bandmates housemate, who took too much acid one night, tried to climb up the outside wall of Durham cathedral, fell off the wall, knocked himself out and froze to death over a January night.
- The guy who stood in front of me for our first year photograph on the first day of uni. I didn't know this guy at all and when I saw the obituary in our yearbook I thought 'who is that then?', forgot about it until I saw the first year photo again and there he is, his pasty, slightly ghoulish face frowning just below my tooth grin.