"the devil will find work for idle hands to do"
on the cover of the smiths amazing - what difference does it make? here
Wilson:How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the
guv'nor here,
I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need
to get your knickers in a twist.
Whatever this bollocks is that's going
down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing
to do with
me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in
prison - second
time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah,
third, third - there was this screw what really had it
in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him
in Arnold Park.
He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There
was no-one about, I could've gone up behind
him and snapped his fuckin'
neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't.
'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I
was thinkin' about was
something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time.
It meant
sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do
something, and when to let it go.
When it matters, and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you, if nothing else.
Bide
your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly.
fromthe limey with soundtrack by the who - the seeker
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