WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS

Day 6: A song that reminds you of a best friend.

My lovely friend Amanda. She always has this song in her head.

Day 5: A song that is often stuck in your head.

Teenage Dream. The Darren Criss version. It’s such a happy song, which he sings significantly better. It can always make me smile and it tends to get stuck in my head a lot.

Day 4: A song that calms you down.

Unsurprisingly, this is Conor. I think he’s wonderful. I usually don’t like his country stuff but this is wonderful.

Day 3: A song that reminds you of one/both of your parents.

Playing God by Paramore is my relationship with my mother. Overused song but it’s overused for a reason. She is literally that impossible.

Day 2: A song that reminds you of your most recent ex-boyfriend.

Very difficult, considering how weird my last relationship was. No song every really fitted it and I dunno if that’s a good thing or not. Nonetheless, at want of a better song, I’ve decided to choose Katy Perry, believe it or not. Because this song reminded me of his amazing reliableness, especially in the last few weeks of our relationship and what was ultimately the final nail in the coffin.

Also, he would have hated this song. :’)

Day 1: A song from your childhood.

While I was being bullied in primary school, this was the song for me. It made me feel a little better.

Whatever happened to childhood?
We’re all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood;
They’re not small, charming and harmless,
They’re a violent bunch of bastard little shits.
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And I’m tired of being tired out,
Always being on the lookout for thieving gits.

We’re all wondering how we ended up so scared;
We spent ten long years teaching our kids not to care
And that “there’s no such thing as society”, anyway,
And all the rich folks act surprised
When all sense of community dies,

But you just closed your eyes to the other side                                               Of all the things that she did.
Thatcher fucked the kids.

And it seems a little bit rich to me,
The way the rich only ever talk of charity;
In times like the seventies, the broken down economy
Meant even the upper tier was needing some help.
But as soon as things look brighter,
Yeah the grin gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
And for every teenage tracksuit mugger,
There’s a guy in a suit who wouldn’t lift a finger for anybody else.

You’ve got a generation raised on the welfare state,
Enjoyed all its benefits and did just great,
But as soon as they were settled as the richest of the rich,
They kicked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life’s a bitch.
And it’s no surprise that all the fuck-ups
Didn’t show up until the kids had grown up.
But when no one ever smiles or ever helps a stranger,
Is it any fucking wonder our society’s in danger of collapse?

So, all the kids are bastards,
But don’t blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
Blame the folks who sold the future for the highest bid:
That’s right, Thatcher fucked the kids.

I’ve been discussing lack of workers rights and general attitude of society today with three different people. I thought of this song.