Ivor Cutler has died. I only saw him once, at RNCM in Manchester. I remember one song, which consisted of only 4 lines, each repeated 4 times. Who's that knocking at my door?
Masterful in its little way. There's a whole philosophy of life there, or at least an approach that life has taught you will not lead to great disappointments.
There's no-one knocking at your door.
Who's that not knocking at my door?
There's no-one not knocking at your door.
Who's that knocking at my door?