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Here's one for the supervisors:

Rip it Up (Orange Juice)

When I first saw you
Something stirred within me
I wondered of you'd bare the pain
If I could've helped you
I would've helped you
Rip it up and start again

Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God

And when I next saw you
I had feedback for you
But my arms stuck like glue to my sides
If I could've helped you
I would've helped you
But I'd choke rather than swallow my pride
Rip it up and start again

Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God

And there was times I'd take my pen
And feel obliged to start again
I do profess
That there are things in life
That one can't quite express
You know me I'm acting dumb-dumb
You know this scene is very humdrum
And my favourite song's entitled 'boredom'

Rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and start again



Hardly had to change it at all! I think Edwyn my have a double life...

I feel I must add that this does not apply to my current supervisor.

Love these songs, love an excuse to procrastinate

A song dedicated to my thesis: (a rewrite of The Beatles' ‘When I’m 64’)

When I get older, thesis complete
Several years from now
Will you still be part of every waking thought
Deadlines, meetings, bottles of wine
If I stay up all night until dawn
Will I have written what I’m trying to say?
Will I be mad as a hatter, will you still matter,
When I submit you.

You’ll be longer too
And if you say the word
I’ll re-edit you.

I could be happy, reading the news
Instead of arcane texts.
Never feeling guilty when I’m not with you
Facebook, movies, bottles of wine.
When you're all done will academia say ‘thanks!’
Or does no-one but me care?
Will I be mad as hatter, will you still matter
When I submit you.

:-)

Love it Dianerose and Eska! And there was me thinking that no one else enjoyed such random pastimes!

A new song, hopefully to soon be played by Steve Wright on BBC Radio 2. This one's a real disco dance floor filler, called Gimme Gimme Gimme a Break After Midnight.

Half past twelve,
And I'm sat at my laptop in my flat all alone,
How I hate to spend the evening writing on my own,
Full waste paper bins,
Spilling on the floor as I look around the room,
And it makes me so depressed to see my doom.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Movie stars,
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win,
It's so different from the world I'm living in.
Loads of work,
I open my window to escape into the night,
But instead a load of moths come flying in.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

A new song, hopefully to soon be played by Steve Wright on BBC Radio 2. This one's a real disco dance floor filler, called Gimme Gimme Gimme a Break After Midnight.

Half past twelve,
And I'm sat at my laptop in my flat all alone,
How I hate to spend the evening writing on my own,
Full waste paper bins,
Spilling on the floor as I look around the room,
And it makes me so depressed to see my doom.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Movie stars,
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win,
It's so different from the world I'm living in.
Loads of work,
I open my window to escape into the night,
But instead a load of moths come flying in.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

There's not a soul out there,
no one to hear my prayer.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.

Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Won't somebody help me chase my papers away,
Gimme gimme gimme a break after midnight,
Help me sleep through the darkness so I can do it all again the next day.