the kinks

peter laughner wrote it, and i believe it:

Life stinks.
I'm seeing pink.
I can't wink.
I can't blink.
I like the Kinks.
I need a drink.
I can't think.
I like the Kinks.
Life stinks.

this morning me 'n' ray-boy were sharing our appreciation of the kinks.

for connoisseurs of heartache, there's no music (with the possible exception of certain beach boys songs like "in my room" and "surfer girl") to top these 'uns, in the keys of G, Am, and D, respectively.







kinkophilia, anyone?