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City: Ardleigh, Bradfield, Greenwich, COLCHESTER
Country: UK
Signup Date: 10/23/2006

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Sunday, October 26, 2008 
 

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Thursday, October 09, 2008 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
Am i ok? - (brown)

wrapped around a tree.
i sleep like an unborn baby.
ask me, am i alright?
and i i'll show you where i slept last night.

i drink on my own.
smash glass. get push, shove,
kicked out. no way of getting home.
these hoards of whores and bores make me feel,
so alone.

AM I OK?
AM I OH
AM I OH
AM I OK?


i called her up again.
said, 'won't you break my heart. again.'
one night of lust. again.
you know we simply must. again.

i'll wait a little while.
can you not see this counterfeit smile,
crawl, creep across my face.
am i the only one who feels so,
out of place.

AM I OK?
AM I OH
AM I OH
AM I OK?

we do this every week.
unspoken words. shout scream
out at me. has something gone a miss.
is this what we live for.
is this it?

AM I OK?
AM I OH
ARE WE OH
AM I OK?

AM I OK?
AM I OH
ARE WE OH
AM I OK?
Currently listening:
Philophobia
By Arab Strap
Release date: 1998-05-19
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Thursday, October 09, 2008 

Current mood:  melancholy
Margot (dansez-vous?) (brown)

Her name was Margot.
She was a french girl.
I asked if she danced,
she said she did.
But not with me.

She studied Dostoevsky.
I am The Idiot.
I asked if she danced,
she said she did.
But not with me.

She cleaned paintball guns.
She seemed like lots of fun.
See how simply i write this song.
Visceral.
Literal.

No need for metaphor.
You've heard.
You've felt this all before.
j'adore, l'amour.
She said she did.
But not with me.

Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
Oh no i didn't ask you to dance.
(i just said)
Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
and she said.
"yes but not with you"

Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
Oh no i didn't ask you to dance.
(i just said)
Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
and she said.
"Yes, but not with you."

She was about yay high.
With big, blue eyes.
if she did, i would've died.
Oh how i tried.
See how i tried.

I drank myself numb.
I drank myself dumb.
I didn't realise how it hurt.
'till it all came up.

With sick on my shirt.
And blood from my lips.
How can so few blunt words,
stab, tear, rip.

No need for metaphor.
You've heard.
You've felt this all before.
J'aime, l'amour.
She said she did.
But not with me.

Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
Oh no i didn't ask you to dance.
(i said)
Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
and she said.
"yes, but not with you."

Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
Oh no i didn't ask you to dance.
(i just said)
Dansez. Dansez.
Dansez-vous?
and she said.
"Yes, but not with you."


Currently reading:
Venus in Furs
By Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
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Sunday, July 13, 2008 

Current mood:  confused
Cutter (brown)

Hand in glove,
its not like any other love.
Oh how its different because its ours.
Oh how its different because its us.

The bruises and the cuts,
the mess and then the fuss.
Oh how its different because its us.
Its different because its us.

Cut, cut,
cut, cut,
CUTTER!
Words fall,
dead ears.
Muscles move.

A push, and then a shove.
Sharp words jar, jab,
and then a hug.
Oh how its different because its us.
Its different because its us.

I smile, and then i drink,
Oh how i wish i knew,
what you were thinking.
Its different because its us.
oh how its diff-er-ent...

Cut, cut,
cut, cut,
CUTTER!
Words fall,
dead ears.
Muscles move.


Cut, cut,
cut, cut,
CUTTER!
Words fall,
dead ears.
Muscles move.


Currently listening:
Banned in DC: Bad Brains Greatest Riffs
By Bad Brains
Release date: 2003-07-29
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Sunday, July 13, 2008 

Current mood:  restless
  The Dreamer (brown)

who killed the dreamer?
'it was me' said the non believer.
He got lost in his thoughts,
so i had to thwart him.

Oh how i'd hate to work in  London
you work from 9 to 5.
You work so long, so hard, so fast,
you hardly feel alive.

Oh how i'd hate to work in London,
you work from dusk till dawn.
Pre planned route,
no room to digress,
undo the straps on your secretary's dress.

who killed the dreamer?
'it was me' said the non believer.


and in that spot,
where we stopped the rot.
Began to plan our rise.
We removed our skins,
and swapped them round.
saw through one anothers eyes.

And if theres something that you want to say then say it.
because i'm beggining to doubt,
the words you twist and spit,
and plan to trip withbb,
from the corners of your mouth.

who killed the dreamer?
'it was me' said the non believer.

Left Hand Liason (brown)

When i'm alone in my room with,
my left hand, it does what i want it to.
When i'm alone in my room with,
 my left hand, i pretend that its you.

Cut me lose or kiss me,
'cos you're tearing me apart.
(LA LA LA LA)
The act, of the, entice is indeed,
such a scurrilous art
(HA HA HA HA).
Was it anything, everthing, something,
or nothing at all.
(LA LA LA LA)
oh how you played the game,
and played me for a fool
(HA HA HA HA)

Oh how we chase pretty kisses,
and the taste of, different shades of lips.
they tear apart, entice, then laugh,
and leave you with the itch.

(LA LA LA LA)
The act, of the, entice is indeed,
such a scurrilous art
(HA HA HA HA).
Was it anything, everthing, something,
or nothing at all.
(LA LA LA LA)
She played the game,
and played me for a fool
(HA HA HA HA)



(LA LA LA LA)
The act, of the, entice is indeed,
such a scurrilous art
(HA HA HA HA).
Was it anything, everthing, something,
or nothing at all.
(LA LA LA LA)
 Oh how You, played the game,
and played me for a fool
(HA HA HA HA)


Currently listening:
Ode to Joy
By The Deadly Snakes
Release date: 2003-04-15
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Thursday, June 26, 2008 

Current mood:  rockin
Category: Music

 

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Wednesday, January 02, 2008 

Current mood:  restless
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Thursday, October 18, 2007 
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When: 28 Oct 2007, 13:30
Where: Barfly Camden
49 Chalk Farm Road
London, NW18AN
United Kingdom
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Sunday, September 16, 2007 

Current mood:  tired
Game Of Strategy (Brown)

Its a game of strategy, skill, magnetic force.
Its a game of strategy, skill, magnetic force.
Its a game of strategy, skill, magnetic force.
Its a game of strategy, skill, magnetic force.

Commited to the cause,
are you still commited to the cause?
No stop,
No Compromise,
No pause,
Are you still commited to the cause?

To be alive,
fully human,
and completely awake
is to be absolutely,
almost always,
putting everything at stake.




Painted A Picture (Brown)

A man painted a picture,
and the boy said "take it away",
because i wont look like that tomorrow,
and im changing with every day.

A man painted a picture,
and the boy thought "i better keep it at bay",
because if people see what ive become,
what will they say?

The Mind can be fulfilled by the senses,
and the senses by the mind.
But when your mind becomes tattered and torn,
my friend you havent much time!

He could pull the full house on the flop,
when others would choose to fold,
with stakes so high, i wonder why he seems
so carefree and so bold.

And we are left to wonder why,
he's not growing old,
his mind is not maturing,
and his heart is growing cold.

The mind can be fulfilled by the senses,
and the senses by the mind.
But when your mind becomes tatterd and torn,
then my friend you have'nt much time.

Dorian Gray oh what a shame,
Dorian Gray oh Such a Shame!


I dream of going of the rails,
but stick mostly to the track,
but for you my friend theres no hope,
no going back.

I dont fear the wet,
for soon i will be dry,
but its inevitable,
one day youll be left to wonder,
WHY?!

The mind can be fulfilled by the senses,
and the senses by the mind.
But when your mind becomes tattered and torn,
then my friend you havent much time.

Dorian Gray oh what a shame,
Dorian Gray oh such a shame!

A man painted a picture,
of a boy who went astray,
he said 'cut me loose or hole on tight 'cos i might not make it,
through the night"

A man painted a picture,
of a boy whos not here today,,
he took his life in his own hands,
and enjoyed it in every way.




Stutter, slip (Brown)

And we're lying in the gutter,
staring at the stars,
but they seem so far.

face down it the gutter,
trying to catch a glimpse at the stars,
they seem so far.

I found a fiver in my wallet that i didnt know i had,
at first this night was looking rough, but now its not that bad.

A grim grimace grips you through the window,
why should you be the one to, shift your stare.

you've a lot of things on your mind my friend,
but drinks are a pound,
so be fearless corrupt debauched in all of your affairs.

dont make plans that'll see you through,
and God forbid you do the things that we normally do.

cos we're ,
 lying in the gutter,
staring at the stars,
but they seem so far.

face down it the gutter,
trying to catch a glimpse at the stars,
they seem so far.

Link arms with your best friend,
pray this night'll never end.
You know you need to catch a taxi,
but you've already spent te fare.

Come a cropper in a phone box,
and with a few more drinks youll unlock the locks,
sharing thoughts and feelings you never thought you'd share.

thoughts clogging,
memorys sodden,
with reels of regret.
My bic biro spits,
better yet,
all is becoming far less well lit.
Nervous,
but thats the way i wanted it.
Because theres far to many words with no feeling, substace purpose or grit.

And we're lying in the gutter,
staring at the stars,
but they seem so far.

face down it the gutter,
trying to catch a glimpse at the stars,
they seem so far.

I go out and watch you drink,
lack of thought, you dont think.
Or at least i dont think you do.

And the fickle finger tips that grip around your thoughts are letting go,
you stutter, slip.
you're letting go.
Let yourself go.

you say "i want to fly but im scared to fall,
to rip the posters from my wall,
and dash my walls with white.
Sleep all day,
play guitar,
re-learn to read and write".

And we're lying in the gutter,
staring at the stars,
but they seem so far.

face down it the gutter,
trying to catch a glimpse at the stars,
they seem so far.


Through experience comes a distinct lack of nerves,
the nervous are never sure.
Certainty is certainly not an end that i aim for.
I'd much rather allways be unsure, never knowing what your heading for.
When you're old you'll regret the mistakes you didnt make, so make some more.

Cos we're lying in the gutter,
staring at the stars,
but they seem so far.

Face down in the gutter,
trying to catch at glimpse at the stars,
but they seem so far.


















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Tuesday, September 11, 2007 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Music

As I Stepped Out...(i saw) (Brown)

right said fred
put a bullet in my head
but i really should be back in bed

you're drinking shots like you're bulletproof
but we all know the truth
any excuse to do what youve gotta do

youve got your black shoes on
and your chequed shirt
you know tonight someones gonna get hurt

roughing up passers by in the street
hurling abuse at the people you meet

dont you realise your shoes are much to big for your feet
dont you realise youll never fill them
might as well go pop anoter pill then

----------CHORUS-----------------------
(cos) everynight its always the same
same faces no-one's to blame
go out get fucked
try to pull a girl
good luck

everynight its always the same
same faces no-ones to blame
----------------------------------------------
you think you know the ins and outs
but when you're pulled down an alleyway
who you gonna shout for
when you realise you dont like it no more

and the young lads stink of daddies cologne
dreaming bout punching that girls number into his phone

you know its pretty frightening
how little white lightening
it takes to get a lads knuckles tight
then all of a sudden
hes fit for a fight

--chorus--

the strong survive
and the weak get mugged
then the strong get mauled
by a gang of thugs.

the rhythm of life is a powerfull beat
throw a brick through a window
feel the tarmac on your feet

and as you run
we are the few
who see the first glimpse of the

son use your feet or your fists
the first rule of getting pissed

is she your freind or you foe
is she just gonna go...

--chorus--

is she just gonna go
DOWN DOWN

let your face hit the ground
thats what you get for messing roung town

with the wrong type of people
the wrong type of crew

and they said they'd stick up for you
but did you really expect them to
after all there was nothing much they could do

(you're goin' daan blud)

--chorus--

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