My friend used to listen to 'I will survive' by Cake to deal with relationship breakups

But I would totally like to recomend a new hate song to everyone - be it ex-partners, friends, workmates, {insert whomever you're not feeling too 'sunshiney' for} - language warning too, folks...

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your bed
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

I first heard this piece of Martha Wainwrights 'perfect poetry' on the way home from work one day, and after some 'interesting' googling of the only part I could remember (no prizes for which part) tracked down the lyrics and put them to memory.

When I heard on JJJ that she would be touring, there was much talk 'tween me and The Hun about going to see her, but most unfortunately only standing seats were left.

So I managed to come accross a copy of her album for a few listens.

And my recent foray into obtaining podcasts revealed an interview and a few live songs off the Radio National site.

So I've had it in my head nonstop - helped by the fact that I've got it playing almost continually - work, car and home, day and night.

But, I think I should inform you that there is a limit to how much you should let yourself become obesessed by a song and it's lyrics.

More precisely, when you wake up one morning to find a grumpier than usual partner moaning about the fact that you woke them up at 5am by mumbling and calling them a Motherfucking Asshole in your sleep, it's proddly time to cut it back a little.