Recently I was in the car and found myself listening to Life by Des’ree. This undoubtedly counts as one of the low points in an otherwise happy life.
This is a song of many profound and moving lyrics. Take this heartfelt couplet from the first verse, for example:
I’m afraid of the dark,
Especially when I’m in a park
And what about this jubilant ending?
I’ll take you up on a dare,
Anytime, anywhere
Name the place, I’ll be there,
Bungee jumping, I don’t care!
This song was, of course, the trigger for Des’ree’s family to get her a rhyming dictionary because she was clearly struggling for ideas. But the best lyric of them all has to be:
I don’t want to see a ghost,
It’s a sight that I fear most
I’d rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news
That makes a lot of sense to me. I like toast a lot and would rather have a piece of toast than do many other things.
What would you rather have a piece of toast than do?
16 comments on “The wisdom of Des’ree”
I would much rather have a piece of toast than go anywhere that Des’ree frequently resides or visits. I bet she hides in bushes in her local park, jumps up behind unsuspecting couples and screams, “I’m afraid of the dark!”
Yeah, I think I’d rather have a piece of toast than that. I’m happy to give her a wide berth while enjoying some crunchy wholemeal.
I’d rather have a piece of toast than have anything to do with your fluffy pants.
Maybe we should send her to your canteen for breakfast so she can have one of their delightful protein pots. She could write a song about it; Ham Hock Odyssey.
What have you got against my bewildering fluffy pants?
They bewilder me.
I think Des’ree would have trouble at the cafe downstairs. She might rather have a piece of toast but they don’t sell it so I suppose she’d have to settle for seeing a ghost. Nobody wants that for breakfast.
I’d rather eat 2 pieces of toast than eat a piece of toast. I’d have one with just butter and the second with jam on too so it’d be like a breakfast pudding.
How do you like them apples?
I like them apples a lot. Them’s some varied and well-organised breakfast apples.
I’d leave mine until they were bitterly bitterly cold and then smother them with a thin layer of butter. Also there’d be six of them.
I prefer my breakfast apples hot, personally. But I’m broadly OK with your plan all the same.
I would rather we all agree on toast than see a ghost.
Dog eggs!
Have you been listening to the Rapples?
Is it a loveable ghost dog near a dry stone wall, or a scary chain rattling tortured soul? We need this level of information to decide.
Is the ghost located in a microwave? That’s also very important.
Does anyone know who is being asked these questions? We’ve all asked some questions now and there are no answers in sight.
I was asking Des’ree, who were you asking?
I’m not sure. I often just shout my thoughts out loud and hope that someone, somewhere cares.
I was asking Bobby Costanzo.
I assumed Chris wasn’t asking Gary Wilmot given that he has no idea who he is.