Sunrise, wrong side of another day,
Sky high and six thousand miles away,
Don't know how long I've been awake,
Wound up in an amazing state,
Can't get enough,
And you know it's righteous stuff,
Goes up like prices at Christmas,
Motorhead, you can call me Motorhead, alright



long ol title that. but thems some cool lyrics and i couldn't leave any of it out.

before anything else. Happy Birthday to my little sister, who is thirteen today. God help us all, having to deal with a stroppy teen about the place will do my disposition no good at all i can tell you.

Back to uni on monday, which means cathcing up with work from a standing start after a month off. Something i'm definately not looking forward to but still, it means i get my college radio show back which i have missed.(ah, my other creative outlet, drowning out the silence in my life with the power of ROCK!).

kindly note new comrades, those two could not be more different really. Give me liberty or give me death first, long time readers (basically paul and alicia) will remember my political rants i used to paste occasionally, these days i rarely have the patience or i find the whole thing gets me too wound up anyway, so hats off to butterball who finds the energy to write coherently about politics in an interesting way everytime he posts, well done that man!

new york escorts is not quite what it sounds like. Paul and i both got an email form the young lady who runs this blog asking to exchange links so i did. makes for a good read and from the looks of the amount of comments on each post, a somewhat addictive one.

todays music: Motorhead-Motorhead
todays t-shirt: Get Rich or Die Trying

# posted by The Prisoner | 11:58 AM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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