Maybe Next Year
Ah, well, maybe next year i'll hit a music festival. I would've liked the one in Madrid this weekend, with Franz Ferdinand, Paul Weller, Muchachito Bombo Inferno and the (other programmed) lot.

I log on to flickr and i stumble upon some Sonar pics. I'd love to go to one of those, too. I'd take photos of flip-flopped feet and djs from silly angles. I'd be blissed, walking and dancing and taking rhythmical tours of the site. Maybe next year.

If it's not too dear.
Or far.
Or complicated.
If i don't catch colds.
If i don't flake out.
Or bring up any other sorry excuse for not doing what i want.

You know, maybe next year.