A sad song

Sorry. This isn't a week when I can share a joke with you. I was trying to best sum up my feelings, I can't find the words to do it. So instead, here is the saddest song I know. Johnny Thunders wasn't the workds greatest singer, he wasn't the worlds greatest song writer, but he managed to capture the sense of grief, hopelessness and fear that we all sadly experience at times in our lives. Sadly he's right, you can't put your arms around a memory.

It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean, I didn't try
I just never know, why

It isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone

It's so restless, I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old

Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

You're just a bastard kid
And you got no name
Could you live with me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old

Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try

Just a few footnotes. Johnny Thunders wrote the song before he joined the New York Dolls and before he tried heroin. Thunders died of a heroin overdose in suspicious circumstances in 1991. I saw Johnny many times live, sometimes he was brilliant, sometimes he was strng out and awful.