Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think of

Did you know the Dickens invented 13,000 characters. 13,000 Characters. That’s a character a day for the whole of his working life. What have I done today. Dropped the kids off at school. Listened to the new National Album, played a stupid game on my computer. That’s why I’m not Dickens! Kids! Dickens’ wife would have done the school run. I’m all for families but its costing me my one shot of immortality

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

In 1450 there were about 100 new books published. Last year there were more than a million. A new book comes out every 30 seconds. It would take you 15 years just to read the titles of every book ever printed. You’re gonna watch TV tonight. Fair enough, I suppose!

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

Try to make sense of the things that you think of
Try to make sense of the things that you think of

Our universe consists of between of 30 to 50 billion trillion stars arranged in 80 to 140 billion galaxies. Our nearest neighboring star is called Proxima Centauri and its 4 light years away. We need some bread and its really hot outside I can’t be bothered to walk around the corner.

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

Smoke your little smoke
And drink your little drink
Try to make sense of the things that you think

Try to make sense of the things that you think of
Try to make sense of the things that you think of
Try to make sense of the things that you think of

We checked into the hospital New Year’s Eve
Nothing to be done about that
Rainbows, daffodils, she’s not naïve
Symbolism’s all crap

There’s a big picture window in the room on the ward
With a view over Parliament Hill
But the view offers more joy than they can afford
When there’s this much pain to kill

You know what hope is
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you, kick its backside
Got no place in days like these

The dust, the darkness around; there’s still color
As the fireworks streak the sky
And their window gives them the prettiest picture
Their useless luck makes her want to cry

Then it turns midnight
The shitty whole year’s spent
Another mom deserves some sparkling wine
And she nearly gives into the moment
But he’ll still be sick in two-thousand and nine

You know what hope is
Hope is a bastard
Hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease
Hope comes near you, kick its backside
Got no place in days like these

And just as she’s thinking
Of pulling the blind down
A rocket bursts in front of her eyes
The city lit up like a crown over London
And she tries and fails to stop
Spirits rise

[faz meeeses que isso tá por aí e nem sei porque não havia colocado aqui antes. ben + nick hornby = <3]