Song Styles
Get it right
There’s no blood thicker than ink
Hear what I say
Nothing’s simple as you think
–U2, “Dirty Day”
I cry in my sleep (cry boy, cry boy)
It just makes me weep when I try, how I try
I know what it means to work hard on machines
It’s a labour of love so please don’t ask me why
–Thompson Twins, “You Take Me Up”
Q: Hey Ben, how are you feeling about the feedback on your new play you’ve gotten so far?
A: See above.