Word: lamentations
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...made a terrible noise that his laughing students likened to a "tubercular cough." He always dressed simply, allowed no jokes and demanded punctuality, but he was a popular teacher who never punished his charges. At the end of each lesson, the mild man in sandals generally delivered a brief lament for the corruption of their society...
...before she sings, Carole FitzPatrick, the lead soprano, sits forward and seems to assemble herself into a musical instrument, spine straightening, chest swelling, head lifting and tilting back. When the volunteers mumble through the first reading, she growls, sotto voce, "Come on, girls, sing!" "I was singing," comes the lament. The volunteers regroup to one side of their leader, for strength in numbers. They start to open up and "honk it," as FitzPatrick indelicately urges on the third...
...that sounds like traditional blues territory, the next two songs (written by Album Producer Dennis Walker) find fresh ground. I Guess I Showed Her is the lament of a prideful lover who took his leave too soon ("Room 16 ain't got no view, but/ The hot plate's brand new./ I guess I showed her"), and Right Next Door (Because of Me) is a reflective apology sung by the kind of guy who usually doesn't say he's sorry: "She was right next door, and I'm such a strong persuader./ She was just another notch...
Sexual intercourse began, as we know from Philip Larkin's famous lament, "In nineteen sixty-three/ (Which was rather late for me) -- / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ And the Beatles' first LP." It was just in time, however, for Clive James, who arrived in London from Australia in 1962 seeking literary fame, the socialist millennium, bohemian good times and the love of beautiful women, not necessarily in that order. Eventually James would become a successful Fleet Street journalist-critic and a popular panelist on British TV. But for now his ambition was "to take a lowpaying menial...
What's more, they can ponderously lament that they have been cursed with big breasts, thrust into a society that won't listen to them and terrorized...