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Friday, September 30, 2005

Clarinet

I... think... I want my clarinet back. Would appear ive been listening to a large wodge of music, with v cool clarinet bits in. thing is, i know as soon as i pick it up and play a non fitting, ill change my mind, although i know i could play a lot of the stuff quite easily. But only one way to find out for sure i guess, ho hum. maybe Baz will have me as a special guest in his band ;-) (the best band in the univerese apparently)
My Clarinety play list so far is as follows.

Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'
Tom McRae - Strangest Land
...

I know its not really a list, but i cant find the other tracks to remind me to what they were yet, il update as and when i find them

TBC...

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I see myself, in a spherical room,
in the place between life and sleep.
a spherical room, lined with deepest velvet
In the deepest brown
With a spherical window.
Im lying gazing through the window, in silence,
but never looking out
I see myself, in the deep brown room, When my eyes are open,
I see myself, more clearly When my eyes are closed,

Thursday, September 22, 2005

My Arse!

aberguild.co.uk: athletics union

front page of AU clubs, its my arse!

Teetering along the Dr Jekyll Descent
classy!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Five Years


Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I’d need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
Five years

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Ignore this post

A Post about my lack of posts
Ive so much to say, but im just to lazy to go into the details of things. Maybe if i could be bothered, ide be some famous activist, or change the world or somat, and the internet is the best form of communication (apart from two yoghurt tubs and some string obviously, but that goes without saying, so i wont) but i just cant be bothered. maybe i'll do it some day, spread the good word of the truth about religion, and politics, and the cure for cancer (im still working on the later to be honest, but one day...) but as it stands, i just cant work up the enthusiasm, and if i type quickly, it all goes mangled, which means putting it alll down to text takes time and brain effort, which is definatly undisputedly a bad thing. Nehoo, ill shut up now as im waffling (although tbh, i was waffling from the outset) Good-day, much love.XXX

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Your Personal UK Movie Rating

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Created by bart666


Suitable for 15 years or older. Films in this category can be about anything, say 'fuck' a lot, probably get to see all sorts of guns and shooting, but no open heart surgery with a knife. Most 'R' rated films in America fit into this category.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Cat


This is cat, cats name is 'Cat' He can climb through open downstairs windows all on his own, evidently

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Fear

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rule
For everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember
Final eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reef
Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing

Thought for the day

Next time you indulge in a peanut butter sarnie, or whatever, take your PB, close your eyes and take a deep sniff, while doing so, think 'Meths'. I hypothisise, that they are one and the same.
(I am currently using Sunpat smooth btw)