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[07 Sep 2005|03:37pm] [ music | My Hometown - The Wannadies ] The CD cover to Last Splash isn't a strawberry. It's a heart. 1 comment|post comment

[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. post comment

[27 Aug 2005|08:49pm] "Some people hate the british. I don't. Their just wankers..." post comment

Morwenna wrote this for me. [27 Aug 2005|02:56pm] [ music | I Don't Like Mondays - The Boomtown Rats ] 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. post comment

Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand and then she finally gave birth... [24 Aug 2005|09:49pm] [ music | Your Lucky Day In Hell - Eels ] 2 comments|post comment

[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... post comment

Michael Hutchence ~ Tragic Death Of A Superstar. [25 Jul 2005|03:13pm] [ mood | sad ] [ music | Beautiful Girl - INXS ] 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. post comment

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 post comment

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 ] [ music | White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane ] Courtney Love looks like: Brittany Murphy Tori Spelling Stevie Nicks Harry Potter Drew Barrymore Britney Spears I new Alice In Wonderland was all about drugs. post comment

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... post comment

Common People [09 May 2005|07:34pm] [ music | Common People - Pulp ] 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..... post comment

Dumb - Narvana [06 May 2005|06:51pm] [ mood | Creative ] [ music | Dumb - Nirvana ] 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 2 comments|post comment

Dead Singer/Song Writer [30 Apr 2005|06:15pm] [ music | Up The Bracket - The Libertines ] 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.. post comment

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... 2 comments|post comment

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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 post comment

[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. 8 comments|post comment

~Temptation~ [22 Apr 2005|04:57pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] [ music | Temptation - New Order ] 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 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ GREAT SONG! You have to hear it. Temptation - New Order. post comment

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... 7 comments|post comment

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 | ... ] [ music | Let Love Be Your Energy - Robbie Williams ] Alisha's Children 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. post comment

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