You mean before the great sell out that is the "Black Album"?
What Song Are You Listening To, Right Now?
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charver
You lookin' at my pint?
The old noggin is a little sore this morning after being rudely awoken, at some ungodly hour, by the postman loudly banging on the front door. Anyway, i let him out, but just couldn't get back to sleep.
Time to wheel out the old favourites, what?
TOP FIVE VOWELS
Forgive me, i've not been well.
'Who Invented These Lists?' - Little Man Tate
Time to wheel out the old favourites, what?
TOP FIVE VOWELS
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Forgive me, i've not been well.
'Who Invented These Lists?' - Little Man Tate
Blackflag
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charver
You lookin' at my pint?
I know that America's streets are havens of tranquillity and 'crime' is not only a dirty word but a concept virtually unknown to your continent's blissful inhabitants. However, here, in the little bit of rock that is Great Britain, it is a different story entirely. Don't believe me, eh? Think i'm selling you a pup, what?
Well take a look at this ten second television cutting. You won't get fired if your boss sees it.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=c_2sIarOigk
Our plucky boys in blue, quickly sprang into action, organising a major man-hunt, tracking down the fiend within hours and sending him away with a caution in his ear. Pah, political correctness gone mad. Can a shy young gentleman no longer commit a minor sexual assault by way of expressing his unspoken love? Is that the sort of world in which you would wish to live?
I couldn't help noticing that the reporter involved was a certain Ms Turton. If you're reading this, Ms Turton, i sympathise with your plight but would point out that if you had spent a little less time reporting and a little more time looking pretty, you would have refrained from making a hoo-ha and learned to recognise a potential husband when you saw one. Let's be honest, you're knocking on a bit now and can't afford to be so choosy. So, if you don't envisage your twilight-years entertaining the twin dinner-guests - gin and regret - to the symphony of a thousand miaows, then you're heading in the wrong direction, my girl.
'Ladies Man' - The D4
Well take a look at this ten second television cutting. You won't get fired if your boss sees it.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=c_2sIarOigk
Our plucky boys in blue, quickly sprang into action, organising a major man-hunt, tracking down the fiend within hours and sending him away with a caution in his ear. Pah, political correctness gone mad. Can a shy young gentleman no longer commit a minor sexual assault by way of expressing his unspoken love? Is that the sort of world in which you would wish to live?
I couldn't help noticing that the reporter involved was a certain Ms Turton. If you're reading this, Ms Turton, i sympathise with your plight but would point out that if you had spent a little less time reporting and a little more time looking pretty, you would have refrained from making a hoo-ha and learned to recognise a potential husband when you saw one. Let's be honest, you're knocking on a bit now and can't afford to be so choosy. So, if you don't envisage your twilight-years entertaining the twin dinner-guests - gin and regret - to the symphony of a thousand miaows, then you're heading in the wrong direction, my girl.
'Ladies Man' - The D4
ive been listening to daft punk for like the last two days lol.
charver
You lookin' at my pint?
I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too. Thursday I don't care about you. It's Friday, I'm in love.
I'm not, of course. I'm actually sat here trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of servitude, depression and meaningless sexual encounters, but it would be a little churlish to say that, wouldn't it?
Well, at least no more servitude tomorrow and the depression will, hopefully, be sated through liberal application of Dr. Stella Artois' patented falling-down water. After that who knows? Eyes meeting 'cross a crowded dance-floor; whispered words of love; a sweet, tender caress; a meat pie proffered; a "What? No fuckin' gravy?"; rounded off with a quick rattle in a back alley 'gainst the breathtaking scene-scape of broken glass, strewn litter and vomit.
Cheg on Rudolf Valentinos.
'Friday, I'm in Love' - The Cure
I'm not, of course. I'm actually sat here trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of servitude, depression and meaningless sexual encounters, but it would be a little churlish to say that, wouldn't it?
Well, at least no more servitude tomorrow and the depression will, hopefully, be sated through liberal application of Dr. Stella Artois' patented falling-down water. After that who knows? Eyes meeting 'cross a crowded dance-floor; whispered words of love; a sweet, tender caress; a meat pie proffered; a "What? No fuckin' gravy?"; rounded off with a quick rattle in a back alley 'gainst the breathtaking scene-scape of broken glass, strewn litter and vomit.
Cheg on Rudolf Valentinos.
'Friday, I'm in Love' - The Cure
Here's hoping!
charver
You lookin' at my pint?
Thinking of Presidents and landing on Aircraft Carriers, eh?
