I got no money to spend, no decorated place to crash, no flashy car to drive, no trendy clothes to wear, no challenging job to do, no v.i.p. friends to socialize, no time to sleep, no news from my lawyer concerning a compensation from another life, no questions asked, no strings attached... Nutha…
posted by Hector Drone at 4:04 AM
I was born in the year punk broke Days before the king was dead It was the year of the snake I was a red-faced child Who stumbled where he tread Was kept in orderly file My parents named me Hec I tried my hardest to smile And like my daddy said I've tried to be myself Sometimes daydreaming for hours Wishing for a dangerous life Cut the leash some slack Run into the morning light Race the trains by the track Until my mouth feels dry But can you count me? I might let you down In a world that is so sensational No you can count on me I'm for the now Up against the older generation's wall Born in the '70s After a length of time You're this parody Just like the record's stuck Always repeating the past That never liked you before You had no reason to last We're in a silent war A telepathic blast And like my daddy said These are exciting times The future grabs my throat And lets me know it's alright If I believe in love Then I believe in hate too I'll taste the darker stuff To find some lasting truth Well... ok, that was just a song but it sums it up just fine, to be honest. So... what more do you wanna know?... To cut a long story short [i lost my mind] I'm so money baby!!!
3 Comments:
Cause you did it your way!
7:33 AM
Be-cause the night belong to lovers, be-cause the night belongs to lust...
(μήπως;)
7:55 AM
hm... i have analysed the case in my blog: http://noheathen.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-singing-all-dancing-crap-of-world.html
(hehehe i became a spammer)
12:43 PM
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