Cos Baby Quotes

Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travellers came riding down the track And they never went further, no, they never went back Then came the churches, then came the schools Then came the lawyers, then came the rules Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old track was the telegraph road Then came the mines - then came the ore Then there was the hard times, then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river ... And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lanes of traffic Three lanes moving slow ... I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the telegraph road You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights When life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care But believe in me baby and I'll take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names 'Cos I've run every red light on memory lane I've seen desperation explode into flames And I don't want to see it again ... From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed All the way down the telegraph road

…a wolf creature with yellow fur and black stripes. It were about the size of a real large dog. I can remember it to this day, cos it were the first one I had ever seen. It had a long muzzle and stripes on its sides like a tiger. The tail were thick and the fur so fine and smooth it were like it didn’t have hair. It’s like a wolf, I heard me mother say and indeed it looked like those wolves I seen in me fairytale books. It stared at us with huge black eyes, then it opened its jaw real slow til I thought it could swallow a baby. I’ll go bail if it were not the most bonny, handsomest thing I ever seen..

You don’t remember me, I’m not – I’m Lou, we met at Army Cadets, ten years ago – you don’t remember, that’s fine – I don’t cry, uh. Ever. Doctor said I was hard as fuck, so – as a baby – so, yeah, don’t feel anything, at all, never have, ’cept this one night, with you. You don’t remember, that’s – It was last night of cadets. Camp. The boys sneak into our dorm, cos the girls want to play this game thing, where you have to guess where our nipples are. Guess our nipples and belly buttons. With our pyjamas on. Which is erotic, and challenging, cos we’re all different aren’t we? Some people have really, like, low, nipples, or whatever – And anyway, you’re paired with me, cos no one else – I guess maybe we’re getting bullied, you seem upset, you don’t want to do it, you look at the floor, and you just sort of jab your finger at me, and turn to go, but you… You get it. You get me. Bang on. My left one. I think you feel it. And I say ‘wowza’. Like that. Breathy. ‘Wowza.’ And people cheer, cos – Maybe they’re bullying still, but I don’t care cos it feels real, like in a romcom, and you have this. Smile. I notice it. And then you guess my right one. And you get that too and – I s’pose that’s easier after the first, cos you sort of line ’em up, don’t you, I wouldn’t know – and then I nod, and then your hand moves down, to my stomach. And you look me in the eye, for the first time… and I didn’t mind looking in yours, uh… sorry… hang on… Uh… ‘Bomb… sound effect…’ No, that’s not yet, sorry. Sorry. Uh… So… She looks back to her notes. Oh yeah… so… Then, really gently this time, your hand reaches – Your finger just (moves), like that, and, like, slowly dis-disappears into me, into my stomach, my belly. Only up to about there, and with a pyjama. Sheath. Over it – shouldn’t – don’t say sheath – but, it feels like you’ve reached right in. Your whole hand. And touched something, right in the core of – Freezing cold in the core of me… and, just for a second… lit it up. And, it’s like…