Million Dead - Holloway Prison Blues

This is one band I will rarely be able to understand more than half the referances in the songs, and they are so wonderful for it. Its a huge shame that they split.

This one... I think, is some sort of and attempt to show people the writers (I believe Frank Turner) view on the world, and how we kid ourselves about the most inconsequential things while 'supermarkets drain villages' of their water for us western types. And that the many terrible things that happen for us by MNCs and various other organisations are ok, because we (the Liberal Capitalist countries) have won, we are at an 'End of History'.

Never one to express myself correctly i think thats some sort of illumination on the song. Please read, and if you can find the song somewhere, its a corker.


"The leg bone is connected to the foot bone
is connected to the Export Processing Zones,
and it’s nothing we condone,
but everybody owns a pair of those shoes.

I looked a little closer at the walls of my house,
and to my surprise they were made out of glass.
So I made my way softly towards my front door,
but to my surprise it was bolted shut and barred.

The bloodstream gets its sugar from the intestine
gets its sugar from the supermarket chain
that left the village drained.
Every high street the same soulless refrain.

I looked a little closer at the walls of my house,
and to my surprise they were made out of glass.
So I made my way softly towards my front door,
but to my surprise it was bolted shut and barred.

The newspaper reads like a list of charges brought against me.
So I’m changing my plea to an open address to the jury.

I confess that I was there on that grassy knoll,
and I confess I helped fake the moon landings as well.
But I confess I’ve yet to let slip my lowest low:
there’ve been times when I’ve pretended I didn’t know about my skeleton.

Your honour I swear that I can explain;
there are mitigating factors to consider in this case.
I was looking out of a window to the west.
Francis Fukuyama took me by the arm,
won me over with his famous intellectual charm,
swore this beauty wouldn’t do any harm.
We didn’t look east because the sun was setting.

It’s easy to lose yourself in the faintest reflection in the pane of a window.
I suspect that I’ve lost myself in the guilty reflection of the pain that it lets through.
I must confess I’ve started throwing stones around the house.
I don’t mean to moan but I never even signed the lease.

The newspaper reads like a list of charges brought against me.
So I’m changing my plea to an open address to the jury.

I confess that I was there on that grassy knoll,
and I confess I helped fake the moon landings as well.
But I confess I’ve yet to let slip my lowest low:
there’ve been times when I’ve pretended I didn’t know about my skeleton."

Tomorrow I will get a Job!

...If i like it or not.

This is getting stupid now, i really REALLY need the money and I havnt really followed through with anything other than the leeds First Direct effort. So tomorrow is the day that i do something about it... Though it may result in hundreds of calls to someone in Alton Tower's answer phone.


<--- Maybe i should get that book...







And a promised review (as my keyboard seems to be spazzing out...humm)

...actually, no. Methinks you can wait till tomorrow for the review of Drive Till December at the Underground(Stoke).

Bitchy-ness, grrr

Bah, its anoying.

Ive been acused of being bitchy today by someone, and though its all been sorted and everything seems to be ok between us two it dosnt really solve anything; i.e. the general belief that the 'two groups' in rocsoc are bitching about each other.

Its anoying, as I said. So im stateing here...




I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ANYONE.

I DO NOT MEAN TO BITCH ABOUT ANYONE.

IF I HAVE A PROBLEM, OR YOU HAVE ONE WITH ME PLEASE PLEASE LET US SORT IT OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Thank you... Now thats sorted... Time for my dissertation research. YAY!

[Must point out that positivity there is put on in an attempt to trick my head into thinking its actually a fun and enjoyable thing to do. Thats impotant when theres a massive amount or internet fun I could be haveing.]

Bah, now im gonna have to think.

I am going to have to think about what I write now, i guess...

After ive actually shown people who I know the adress for my blog of countless woes!

Well, countles failed ideas at least.

Double post

3 things to think about.

Dissertation

I still need to get this looked at... Methinks ive missed the first deadline that few people have even seemed to bother about. And my tutor hasnt gotten around to e-mailing me... I really need to catch up on this.

But on the plus side, ive got some research done, and actuall have an idea of what im ment to be covering now.

Job

Now on the job front things are looking grim. Ive got a possible interview with a temping agency on monday, but appart from that everything has failed...

Going to do a line in uttoxeter, checking all the random stores like argos and Focus (who ive already rang and been rejected by) tomorrow i think... :S

Hope it goes well, else im gonna end up in Alton Towers again. :(

Gig

This is going to be such a legandary gig, i just cant wait to tell you the truth!



Will give full review on here, post-gig. I bet you cant wait.

Racism in the World cup?

I do wonder about some of the decisions by the refs in the world cup against the african nations.

The recent match with Togo is a great example with 2 fouls, both obvious penalties that could have evened up the game.

Ohh well, this is nothing more than an idea, or instinct. Probably nothing.

The plan

"Ok then, a plan for tomorrow.

• Decide on if I should go to 'The connor party' in loverpool.
  
• Buy fathers day prezzies.
• Begin job hunt.
• Send e-mail to Trish in relation to Dissertation.
• Pack all my things.

Though not in any sort of order, they are the aims for tomorrow. Then I can waste my time on games."

OK,

Number one.
Check, not going unless theres some stange and mirraculous way in which I can be both at home and in Loviverpool at the same time

Number two
Going to be done tomorrow.

Number three
Still to be looked at

Number four
Needs to be done!!!

Number five
Sortove done... Still needs to be organised... if indeed it ever will.

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All in all, not too bad concidering that I got up at noon-ish and went to darby.

Going away (incomplete)

"What can you say to me? Really?" There was a pause, she looked hard into nothing as he staired directly into her one visable beautiful bright light blue eye, with her body turned slightly away from him.

Stuttering, and taking advantage of the pause and the indecision he saw in her movements and heard in her voice. He began to reel off what had become a mantra of justification in his head."I... I... I have made my decision, it is done. I am signed up... I have taken the oath. I..."

"I have gotten myself killed for nothing, leaveing everyone... Leaving me..." She mocked, but broke down in sobs whilst falling to her knees on the damp but bright springtime grass.

"Clara! Please, please... I have to... I never ment to hurt you." He moved to confort her, an arm around her beautiful body, careful not to mess the long deeply brown hair that reached halw way down her back.

"You never ment to WHAT?!" Did you have no idea what anyone would think of.... this?!" Her eyes suddenly blazed with an instant intensity that caused him to over balance in the kneeling postition with which he found himself. One foot went back, and standing on the trailing sword that had found space under him, he tripped and fell on his back with a slight grunt.

She giggled. A sound so utterly different from the spite of a moment before. Eyes lit up bright, but with a tear reaching the barely conceled smile. Clara held one hand out to pick him up, and another as a slightly clenched fist in a vain attempt to hide the obvious humor being shown by her lips.

"Aww, you fool! Bran. you absolute idiot, let me help you up!" Bran took her hand, and though there a I'm sure......

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I was going to try and finish this... And it was going to get alot more fantasy... But im tired and i can see if going down the pan already so I wont...

I just thaught I would put something online, maybe its a start.

A day wasted?

Just wondering about today..

I mean all last night was an attempt to gain some cohesion and focus in my life. To gain some philosophy of productivity so that I actually began to accumplish... anything.

But it looks like today this will fail to some extent, and i should be bothered about it but im not...

I guess its on account of the fact that though I did get up early it was after last nights 'mental' sort out. And when I did wake, the day was spent seeing my ailing grandmother in hospital.. a good deed.

Even so, my objectives have pritty much been missed... I will attempt to have a go at them now...

...after this game of counterstrike with my brother's girlfriend... Gods i hope i dont loose!

Add a story to the list.

Bah, ive lost my password and account name for elfwood.

Never mind, an email has been sent so its all good!

Now all ive got to do is write something... I think thats ok, I just need to dedicate myself to it when im not so fecking tired.

Sleep.

nn folks.

Elfwood

On top of everything else I have lined up for tomorrow, im also going to have another go at the writeing lark..

*points to the link to the side for my old old stories.

Well most of the work will be done by the MS Word spell checker, but at least 50% of the work may be my own.

But. Must remember. Short. Sentances!

...on with the plan.

Ok then, a plan for tomorrow.

• Decide on if I should go to 'The connor party' in loverpool.
  
• Buy fathers day prezzies.
• Begin job hunt.
• Send e-mail to Trish in relation to Dissertation.
• Pack all my things.

Though not in any sort of order, they are the aims for tomorrow. Then I can waste my time on games.

W00t, w00t.

...and I have done... something!

Well, nothing worthwhile, just changed the template for this blog...

Bit of a waste of time really as it dosnt seem to have worked as yet...

Lost at what to do...?

Bah, its a little late at the moment and im just searching for something to do... I suppose thats probably one of the most 'done' of activities by people who stare at their computer screen and wonder...

Meh, Methinks this is going to simply be a stream of consciousness...

Ive just come back home from Uni and im at a loss.

I need to do a number of things in my life, and quickly. Firstly I need to get a job, secondly look towards sorting out my dissertation. And finially find some motovation from somewhere which is not simply basic panic at my previous lack of motivation resulting in terrible grades.

*sigh*

I guess it will be ok (ARGH THAUGHTS THAT ARE HOLDING ME BACK) but I want to do more...

Do more doing something...