Master of Metaphor

A quick time-out for the (because he such a master of lyrical verse and modern day troubadour which fits in just dandy on a somewhat literary blog where one likes to have fun and especially when one mentions "the legendary" in one's blog's welcoming statement, but mostly because he's my favorite musical artist ever) Bill Mallonee / Vigilantes of Love - Song Quote of the Week:

And all those summer sunsets, and autumn colors and smells,
and those proud Easter trumpets, and those Christmas bells;
if I could gather every nuance, the loose threads and the bits,
I'd paint them on your lips girl and drown in the kiss.

Oh, could we start with some brand new hearts?
Since the ones we wrecked were never gonna last...
Is that too much to ask?

-- Is That Too Much to Ask? from the Friendly Fire CD

Raise a glass. Here's to those who have heard the song, and those who haven't should (but then, couldn't I say that about almost every Mallonee tune?). Is there a reason we're not linking him on the side-bar? Can somebody with some knowledge here make that happen, thankuberryberrymuch?

Subjectivity, subschmectivity.

Bill Mallonee