A Musical Interlude

It's a strange and wonderful thing when the songs that stick in your head are either your own or a friend's. George Pasles' songs have been in my head for years now, regularly playing themselves out for me on my commute, at work, or at the surface of sleep. I want to post several with lyrics (click on the name of the song to download), and here is the first:

Room Enough, by Overlord


Well we've lived too long
Much longer than we'd wanted
And we grew so dull
Far duller than thought possible
Yet our maudlin wails
Trail any hint of trauma
For though we've no hope
We're still addicts to its drama

Are the depths of your sympathies so endless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?

The sad are wretched
And the happy are merely wrong
So you shift your pitch
To match who you'll string along
Demonstrate your love
With a straightedge and compass
Proving our lifelines
Are strictly asymptotic

Are the depths of your sympathies so endless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?
Is the breadth of our empathy limitless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?