Ian Anderson Not Ralitsa Vassileva
Dinner table chattering classes –
tell all we need to know.
Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it –
on your late, late show.
And do you think you’re Ralitsa Vassileva?
You’re just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
It’s a long way from here to CNN in America
and a red-eyed opinion too far.
Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Spill the beans to me.
Sinking fast in terminal boredom –
Feigned interest flying free.
And do you think you’re Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
Talking monkey, breaking news junkie, tragedies to
reveal.
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy, close in to touchy-
feel.
Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase.
Align yourself with no proposition
and simpler thoughts embrace.
Let’s talk about me. Let’s talk about you.
In a world of private rooms.
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers –
sad messengers of doom.
Sadly, you can’t be Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
And do you think you’re Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
