Due to a dearth of impressive individual words this week, we revert to option B - it's not how big it is, it's how you use it; no attention-grabbing prize-winners here, but take some ornery critters and stick them together in the right way and away we go....
The track Favourite Colour Blue from Tom Brosseau's recent album Posthumous Success holds many lyrical delights, and although it's not exactly the most elegant use of language there is an endearing charm.
An early gambit runs as follows:
"I went to church last Sunday and let me tell you what -
when I got through it gave me back my strut"
but the honours go to this quatrain:
"I'm secretly in love with my best friend's older sis
I have been ever since I saw her doing the twist
I really believe she is the lock and I'm the key
Ah but holding it all in is really killing me"
Channel the groin-led hopeless romanticism of your inner teenager, Mr Brosseau; naïve charm is the best kind.
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