Can't wait to see whatever this Hitchcock psychosexual thriller is.
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Can't wait to see whatever this Hitchcock psychosexual thriller is.
PAUL MCCARTNEY. MARRAKECH, MOROCCO, 1973.
John Lennon attempts to explain Paul McCartney’s psyche.
John: Paul walked barefoot across the road… because Paul’s idea of being different is to look almost straight, but just have his ear painted blue. You know? Something a little subtle.
Thigh Thursday
May 14, 2026 / Thigh Thursday #18
My music pal @unchaineddaisychain tagged me to make a rainbow out of my favorite albums! Thank you -- 'twas a most pleasing task 🤤
❤️Red Rose Speedway-- Wings
🧡I am Kurious Oranj-- The Fall
💛McCartney ii-- Paul McCartney
💚Veterans of Disorder-- Royal Trux
💙Parquet Courts-- Human Performance
💜Purple Rain-- Prince
🩷Pink Flag-- Wire
🖤Fever Ray-- Fever Ray
🤍Moon-Shaped Pool-- Radiohead
I hereby tag the entire world to lick the rainbow too 🌈👅
okay, you know what time it is! Queer Temporality in Days We Left Behind ⏰
Looking back at white and black Reminders of my past Smoky bars and cheap guitars But nothing built to last
Right away, Paul manages to render the past both vivid and inaccessible. We begin with old photos, recollections of a life reduced to images, remnants of what was. But at the same time, those remnants are reminders, active triggers rather than passive objects. Paul is not just looking back on his past— the past is pressing itself back upon him, too. The world he recalls may not have been built to last, but this sets up a distinction the rest of the song will build upon. The scene may not have lasted, but what formed within it did. No THING was built to last…but we’re not really talking about things, are we?
Nothing ever stays Nothing comes to mind No-one can erase The days we left behind
Paul is not concerned with forgetting, but with the inadequacy of material objects. No THINGS stay, but no THINGS come to mind, anyway– no THING can fully contain the meaning of his lived experience. The days are behind him, but they aren’t gone; the past persists into the present in spite of change BECAUSE it is untouchable, uneraseable.
See the boys of Dungeon Lane Along the Mersey shore Some of them will feel the pain But some were meant for more
The boys of Dungeon Lane are figures from the past, yet the language used for them isn’t exclusively retrospective. We can see them, now; some “will” feel pain; some “were meant” for more. What a dizzying little tense structure! Present and future and past and destiny are all wrapped up together. The effect is to make the past feel unfinished, as though it still contains its own future within the present memory. The Mersey shore is still, somehow, a space of anticipation.
Nothing stays the same No-one needs to cry Nothing can reclaim The days we left behind
Here’s our Paul using form to mirror function again: nothing stays the same, not even the refrain of this song. Though his ever-present past is unerasable, it’s also unreclaimable; no THING can bring it, tangibly, into the now. Still– no one needs to cry.
We met at Forthlin Road And wrote a secret code To never be spoken I stand by what I said The promise that I made Will never be broken
Phew! Okay! Lots going on here, folks. Forthlin is presented as the origin of a “secret code,” which itself is doing some heavy lifting. It’s a private language, but also a system of meaning for two. More than that, because they “wrote” it, code also sounds like form, pattern, composition— a structure created together. Paul’s relationship with John doesn’t simply persist as a feeling, but as a jointly authored symbolic order. And there's that strange tense-play again: the meeting and the writing happened in the past, but Paul stands by what he said with his feet firmly planted in the present, while the promise he’ll never break projects the bond into the future and beyond. Past origin, present fidelity, and future endurance all in six brief lines. This is not nostalgia, but an ongoing ontological vow.
Nothing ever stays Nothing comes to mind No-one can erase The days we left behind
No one is going to replace or erase his code or his promise or his bond with John. It's theirs.
In the skies the skylarks rise Above the sounds of war Since that day I knew they'd stay With me for evermore
This bond and these memories are active, so the scale continues to expand. We’ve moved from photos into bars into streets and shorelines and homes; now, finally, into the sky, a shift upward and outward. Songbirds rise above the sounds of war, not outside history but above it, cutting through it, outlasting it. They embody the song’s whole temporal logic: distance does not negate presence, and attachment follows the same pattern. It's no longer "here" in worldly, material terms, but it resonates on and on. A single day of knowing extends into evermore. A moment into endless duration.
'Cause nothing stays the same And no-one needs to cry No-one is to blame For the days we left behind
Nothing stays the same, so we’ve got one more change to explore. This song seems to enact the whole cycle of identity work Paul has done after losing John: it moves from epistemic uncertainty to regulation to release. Here, finally, Paul seems to reach beyond acceptance. There's no forgetting, no detachment, no closure— just something like grace. Time changed what it changes. The bond endured what it endures. No more tears, no more blame. Paul has made his peace with the paradox.
“Always been there, never had a beginning, it is and it will be forever”
My tumblr algorithm is now so chiseled, honed, and finely curated, I can now never leave. It's a work of art and my greatest success
Loui Jover, A Bigger Destiny, 2014
John (Ireland, 1964) // Paul (Hawaii, 1975)
Life imitates art
GEORGE: "Paul's gonna play Cathy in…"
EAMONN: "Wuthering Heights?"
GEORGE: "Yeah, that's right, Paul's Cathy."
PAUL: "Yeah. Wuthering Heights. It's my big ambition.
Eamonn Andrews Show 11/04/1965
Ram (1970) is arguably more important to me than the invention of democracy
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My very non-estranged fiancees @faultlessspills and @unchaineddaisychain tagged me for the Getting to Know You challenge!! Star-jump!
1. Origins of your username: It’s a very basic cross-pollination of my two favourite life-loves, Beatles and David Lynch
2. I will always order this food: Sashimi. I am part-cat. And the wasabi, it burns so good.
3. Current overused emojis: 🤤🚬🍸🪐
4. Current favourite show/movie/book/video game:
Show: That Heated Rivalry is quite something, huh?
Movie: One could even say that Heated Rivalry is a 6 hour epic film? No?
Book: Just finished Jeff Noon’s The Body Library. It’s written in the hard-boiled detective Noir style, but with a Burroughsian, Lynch-y feel to the story. Very highly recommended
Video game: I don’t know her
5. Song on repeat:
I saw a documentary about her before christmas and fell in love with her and her artistry
6. Last thing you hyperfixated on: I am of course still giddy about m’boys John and Paul. but then Shane and Ilya have now come to stay too, so… Luckily they all get on. I just let them get on with whatever and live vicariously through their hot chaos. Love wins once and for all
7. Oddly specific thing that brings you joy: Soft socks. Soft socks off the radiator. I’m crying autistic ecstasy tears at the thought even
8. Phone wallpaper:
9. What smells make you happy: I roast my own coffee. I started my own coffee roasting business because I can’t be casual about the smell of coffee, especially when there are floral notes in there.
10. Morning, night, or other type: Confirmed Night Creature for life. Morning is for coffee, crosswords and contemplation and if I can’t have those, people die
11. What is your work/profession: Aforementioned coffee roasting, although if I had my way I would be an artist full-time. That’s the dream.
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I think everyone's been tagged now haven't they? I've seen tons of good ones. I've enjoyed Getting To Know You all🤓
Joy in the present makes joy in the future seem plausible.