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Monday, August 22, 2005

Go with the flow
The Prisoner observes a curious similarity between something he loves, and somehting he hates

As usual Astolath has got me thinking furiously with his latest post, about the way football and music are similar in their shameless exploitation of fans by the fat cats behind the scenes and the fans apparent unwillingness to see this, because they'd rather pay through the nose and be seen as a 'true fan' than get left out of the tribe. Now i hate football, always have, always will (the irony being that i work at Gillingham FC) so that particular revelation doesnt bother me, but music? can't be the same surely? of course i know it is, pretty much all the money i have goes on music or alcohol to be be consumed while watching bands and i know damn well that the musicians themselves get hardly any of the money i spend (if they did then DTM and i would have bought the barbs a car each between us by now)but i can't bring myself to believe that i have that much in common with the thugs i see screaming themselves hoarse at the priestfield on a matchday.
I may be just as exploited as the average footie fan, but i cant quite let go of my delusions, and i know i'm going to still keep forking out anyway. At least music could be seen as more positive, sure there's the mock rivalry between different fan groups, but when was the last time mounted police had to be called to a rock n roll riot? thats' one of the things that worries me about football, all of that agression and 'us n them' mentality making people move around appaling amounts of money. with no decent end result. the game ends and, good grief! thats it. at least with music the songs last forever, but a footballer is only as good as his last match aaaaaaanyway, i'm rambling.

TTFF

todays music: Jimi Hendrix - and the fields cry mary
todays t-shirt: you're just jealous cos the voices don't talk to you

# posted by The Prisoner | 6:50 PM |

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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