- Gustav Mahler served me breakfast, seasoned with the scenery of a train
- rattling itself over the tracks of the Wivenhoe flats.
- Going out of my mind today because I’m a little happier than usual—(and
- underneath it all I think she should sign her name).
- Galaxy arms come and go, but right now the Milky Way is over my head.
- Gnats might help themselves to my blood but I have a whole set of bones
- cooking up a fresh stew, so you’ll forgive me if I shrug away the
- summer nights when it is too hot for clothes and closed windows.
- ‘Go slowly, this hangover is unlike one you’ve had before,’ I told myself
- Thursday morning.
- Good enough for me, good enough for you; the sun is shining upon the
- statues outside the Royal Exchange and they are getting hotter &
- hotter.
- Gladly shall I go lake swimming; let earth put up the hilly shades and I
- shall lower my eyes to the bouncing splash of the windy tide!
- Guided by nostalgia down crowded London streets, seeing her name
- everywhere.
- Gravity has this awful habit of keeping me on the ground when the people
- around seem to become a little weightless.
- Gold is no stranger to me, not when I am soaking up the serenity of my
- hometown sunshine on my walk to the train station.
- Gathering up the fallen tobacco flakes from my mother’s dinner-table.
- Goalposts in the Eindhoven neighbourhood where Johanna lived: a
- crooked line of worn-out grass from one to the other, and a large silver
- puddle in the middle from last night’s thunderstorm.
- Good luck finding me a female bass player.
- Grumpy old man wearing a secondhand ‘Buffy’ t-shirt, weathering himself
- down the platform, breaking a sweat out on his brow and clutching a
- rolled up free newspaper.
- Get in a comfortable position and listen to the drunks speeding their cars
- down the road outside my house at two-oh-one on this Sunday
- morning.
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