You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past the café, but you don’t eat
When you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
It was hard to take seriously one Tabitha Soren doing the news.
I got that album within a few months of when it first came out.
But it was just about three months ago, that I solved an ancient mystery. I learned what the line from Rock’n’Roll Suicide “Don’t let the milk float cloud your mind” (on all the lyrics sites as “ride your mind”) meant. I was reading a British detective book called “Slow Horses”, which I subsequently found out is a TV series. It referred to a “milk float”, and it was obviously a British term for milk delivery truck. Which makes sense in the song, because the protagonist is going home at daybreak.