A song I can play on an instrument
I never really shout. I get quiet, or inarticulate, when I’m angry and I don’t put any volume into my menace. I don’t really shout after people either, I get embarrassed or assume it will never quite be loud enough. But shouting is brilliant. Just yelling out at the sky. When you feel you can step above speech it’s a real release.
I can’t sing, I dance like shock therapy, I never learned an instrument, but I can fake a mockney accent and shout the words to this like nobody’s business.
Ask Mark – he’s seen me do it. He’s seen me do it for days on end.
With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato.
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