Thanks to a reader, I have been alerted to the news that Alfie Patton is not the father, as was once suggested - see my blog here
It seems that there is barely any news anywhere on the subject, perhaps because its not so sexy now that the 'youngest father' in Britain is not really the father. It took a feedly search to find any news on the subject, and all I got was a blog. (and, by the way, my feedly RSS gets all the major UK news sources, shocking, really.)
So is this a surprise?
Not really. Perhaps the media don't like to admit they are wrong - the Sun will do anything to sell their newspapers, but not to damage their own credibility at publishing false stories. The Hillsborough disaster is a case in point - the author has never retracted his story.
Britain is not broken - the media is.
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Saturday, 28 March 2009
Dashboard Confessional - Even Now (Video, Lyrics, Download)
Even now I can smell the clothes
Freshly from the wash
Still hot from the dryer
Even now I can smell your skin
To wrap you in a towel
Lay you on the bed
And try to love you
Even now I can feel your arms
I can feel your breast
I can hear your songs
And I always can find you again
Even now I can feel your hand
Gently over mine
With almost no weight at all
Even now I can feel your eyes
Watch me as I strum
Much too late at night
Even now I can see you smile
I can hear you hum
I can hear you sing
And I always can find you again
Even in the dark of night
Even in the lowest light
Even as the world outside
Is spinning, and spinning
Even now I can feel your hair
Blow across my cheek
As we sit in one of two chairs
Even now I can feel your face
Resting on my chest
Wrestling for sleep
And failing at it
Even now I can see you sleep
I can see the dream
I can see you fly
And I always can find you again
And I always can find you again
And I always can find you again
Freshly from the wash
Still hot from the dryer
Even now I can smell your skin
To wrap you in a towel
Lay you on the bed
And try to love you
Even now I can feel your arms
I can feel your breast
I can hear your songs
And I always can find you again
Even now I can feel your hand
Gently over mine
With almost no weight at all
Even now I can feel your eyes
Watch me as I strum
Much too late at night
Even now I can see you smile
I can hear you hum
I can hear you sing
And I always can find you again
Even in the dark of night
Even in the lowest light
Even as the world outside
Is spinning, and spinning
Even now I can feel your hair
Blow across my cheek
As we sit in one of two chairs
Even now I can feel your face
Resting on my chest
Wrestling for sleep
And failing at it
Even now I can see you sleep
I can see the dream
I can see you fly
And I always can find you again
And I always can find you again
And I always can find you again
Note: A song, from my favourite band/artist, Dashboard Confessional (Christopher Ender Carrabba) - see here - for a live video of the performance I saw last year. It was special, in so many ways. I won't forget. ♥
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