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[07 Sep 2005|03:37pm]
The CD cover to Last Splash isn't a strawberry. It's a heart.
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[31 Aug 2005|06:41pm]
No i'm not 'cause Eastenders and Emmerdale arn't even on yet.
I thought it was later than this.
I sure love my new icon.
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[27 Aug 2005|08:49pm]
"Some people hate the british. I don't. Their just wankers..."
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Morwenna wrote this for me. [27 Aug 2005|02:56pm]
Words on the paper, Words in my heart
Round they go and round they go
Never to depart.
But emptiness has claimed me
Despite your flow’ry prose
The absence of music
Is the conception of my woes.

~By Morwenna Caddy, for Sweep.
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Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand and then she finally gave birth... [24 Aug 2005|09:49pm]

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[19 Aug 2005|11:42pm]
My heart is broke, but i have some glue
help me inhale, and bend it with you
we'll float around and hangout on clouds
then looking down, we'll have a hangover
have a hangover, had a hangover
had a hangover...
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Michael Hutchence ~ Tragic Death Of A Superstar. [25 Jul 2005|03:13pm]
[ mood | sad ]

Post mortem examinations showed that Michael Hutchence died from suffocation caused by hanging.
A coroner in Australia recorded the death as suicide caused by depression.

It later emerged that his naked body was found hanging from the door of his hotel room.

The coroner said that Michael Hutchence's depression was brought on by the custody battle being fought out by Paula Yates and Bob Geldof over their three daughters.

But Paula Yates maintained Michael Hutchence would never have killed himself and believed he died attempting auto erotic asphyxiation, in which choking to the point of unconsciousness heightens sexual pleasure.

In 1998 Bob Geldof won custody of his three daughters from Yates and that combined with Hutchence's death led her into a severe state of depression.

Two years later Paula Yates was found dead at her home in London; a coroner said an accidental heroin overdose was the cause of death.

Up until Michael Hutchence's death INXS had made ten albums and they have had worldwide sales of more than thirty million albums.

The band has continued to perform and record with a number of different lead singers, including Terence Trent D'Arby.

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Up The Junction - Squeeze [18 Jul 2005|12:40am]
(difford/tilbrook)

I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain’t forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we’re missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up

I got a job with stanley
He said I’d come in handy
And started me on monday
So I had a bath on sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she’d seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her

I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her

This morning at 4:50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she’s two years older
Her mother’s with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling

Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there’s something missing
I’d beg for some forgiveness
But begging’s not my business
And she won’t write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it’s my assumption
I’m really up the junction
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Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call to call Alice when she was just small [14 Jul 2005|02:10pm]
[ mood | Creative + Bored ]

Courtney Love looks like:

Brittany Murphy

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Tori Spelling

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Stevie Nicks

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Harry Potter

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Drew Barrymore

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Britney Spears

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I new Alice In Wonderland was all about drugs.

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Message In A Bottle - The Police [26 May 2005|08:41pm]
Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than anyone could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don’t believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I’ll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s...
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Common People [09 May 2005|07:34pm]
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola
She said "fine"
And then in 30 seconds time she said

"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you"

Well what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do"

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why
but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said "pretend you've got no money"
but she just laughed
and said "oh you're so funny"
I said "Yeah
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here"

Are you sure
you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't understand
she just smiled and held my hand

Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah

You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
because there's nothing else to do

Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along although they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool
Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite you and never warn you
Look out
they'll tear your insides out
'cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks
it's all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain's grease
will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
whilst you can only wonder why

Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cause when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah

You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
'because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.....
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Dumb - Narvana [06 May 2005|06:51pm]
[ mood | Creative ]

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
or maybe just happy
yeah, i'm just happy
think i'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover

We have a hangover
just have a hongover
hangover, we have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
or maybe just happy
yeah, i'm just happy
think i'm just happy

I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb

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Dead Singer/Song Writer [30 Apr 2005|06:15pm]

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You are Richey James Edwards! You're a manic! You aren't too good when it comes to making music, but you're smart and can write well. You're honest and quiet, but different. You are beautiful! Oh, he disappeared in 1995 while on tour with his band Manic Street Preachers.

Yeah.. he's missing not dead..

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Up The Bracket [30 Apr 2005|05:28pm]
I saw two shadow men on the Vallance Road
Said they'd pay me for your address
Oh I was so bold

I said you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Yous a way to mean no

Well they didn't like that much I can tell you
Said "sunshine I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes"
They chased me up two flights of stairs
Caught me in the lift how I sighed and said
Hello, 'cause you're impossible

But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
Wind up like Joseph bloody in a hole

And it's just like she's in another world
And how they suit each other oh no
But they never get close
It's impossible

Saw the same two men on the Cally road
Said now they'd double their offer
I was so bold

To say you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Oh yous a way to mean no

But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll end up like Joseph bloody in a hole

It's just like she's in another world
How they suit each other oh no
But you never get close
It's unstoppable

But it's just like we're all in another world
How we suit each other oh no
But we never get close
Thats close enough now...
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[27 Apr 2005|11:27pm]

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~What A Waster~ [25 Apr 2005|09:18pm]
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
And round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the book of revelations
Or the Beano or the unabridged ulysses

Oh I really wanna know
So tell me, where does all the money go
where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a divvy what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed paying my rent
He was knocking on the door for something
That she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tommorow man, save me from tommorow
Oh no, Oh no not me

And I never never liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her

There's tears coming out from everywhere
The citys hard the citys fair
What a waster, what a fucking waster, yeah
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[23 Apr 2005|10:51pm]
A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road...

Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? Its bugging me.

(In the paper the next day)

A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. 2 people were on it, but only 1 survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug 1 last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
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~Temptation~ [22 Apr 2005|04:57pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like a feeling inside, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to treat you this way
Betrayed by words, I'd never heard, too hard to say

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try
To break this circle that's been placed around me
From time to time, I find I've lost some meaning
That was urgent to myself, I do believe

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got gray eyes
Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got gray eyes

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Thoughts from above hit the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go

Oh, it's the last time, oh, it's the last time,
Oh, it's the last time, oh, it's the last time,
Oh, it's the last time, oh, it's the last time,
Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before

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GREAT SONG! You have to hear it. Temptation - New Order.

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I Don't Have To Sell My Soul, He's Already In Me. I Don't Have To Sell My Soul, He's Already In Me [20 Apr 2005|11:30pm]

Which Rock Chick Are You?


Maybe thats not such a good thing...
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What Did We Do Wrong, Why Did It Die? And All The Grown Ups Are Saying, Sorry Kids We Got No Reply [14 Apr 2005|07:00pm]
[ mood | ... ]

Alisha's Children

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You hide behind The Shadow Mask. You don't like to
be in the spot light, you like to hide from
everybody and just be alone, you think you put
yourself in this position with your own will.
But, the truth is that people made you go there,
you don't trust people any more, though inside
you, there is a voice screaming to go out and
see the light, you look for some one who
understands the real you, some one who loves you
unconditionally. If you were looking for some
one to talk to, i'm all ears.

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