Monday, September 20, 2004
- 7:06 pm
remember how it was in between winter and spring?
cos we were always there in our little own dreamworld.
psychogroupiecocainecrazy
thou hadst me
du hasst meksh
trust me, they mean completely different things.
makes you high, makes you high,
makes you really wanna go
makes you high, makes you high,
do you really wanna take it slow?
so you want the world to stop
i dont know what to say,
everything is so different.
why is it that so many people are so insistent that this person is the best drummer, or this person is the best guitarist in bands? and then why do they go on to dissect the whole thing and all their songs? its so...stupid. its music, for you to enjoy, not analyze. frankly, i couldnt give a damn as to whether it were tinky winky or some world famous idiot playing the drums in a band, so long as their music is good. only yam has only convinced me that a certain drummer (keith moon) was the best, because apparently he blew himself and his drums up, and came back on stage bloody and smiling, and there was this time he climbed up to lennons room to wish him a happy marriage to old yokes.
dum dee dum.
just look at us now
hey you -
do you remember me?
i used to sit next to you in skool...
stupid jc talks. may a vast majority of the speakers have laryngitis, or their throats ripped out by rabid chihuahuas.
hit the stars
