martes, 9 de junio de 2009


Wake up your sleepy head to come a-crawling Last on the road will be first to be heard Tell me a joke and I will love you Pour me a drink and I'm yours I couldn't lie to anyone Who's ever felt sure Of a real life romance There's no beaten cause Surrounding me now
There's no bleeding heart. │■
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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.