Part of an ongoing series where I revisit 2003's record, Decide To Stay And Swim
A reflection on new year's resolutions as winter melts away and we wager words and wilt with blame.
Here's the new version of 'One Projectile From The Sun':
Lyrics:
I caught a cold for this new year
Can I park my car out here
And finish off this toast
That's meant to keep me home.
To wager words or wilt with blame
When gin and tonic makes some gains
To save the day but set me back
10,000 more.
And I'm only one per cent under the gun
That's only one projectile from the sun.
A trophy wins a trophy's charm
With catatonic false alarms
Focused on the past
And waiting here for you.
I caught a cold for this new year
So can I hang my jacket here
And finish off this toast
That's meant to keep me home.
And I'm only one per cent under the gun
That's only one projectile from the sun.
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And the original 'One Projectile':