the best song ever...
band: the classics iv
song: spooky
download it. it's found easily on limewire. it's the best song ever...
love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you...
runner up...
band: the 7a3
song: coolin' in cali
these are the two best songs ever made. i'm not kidding.
so it's almost 4am, i'm at the bar, everyone is gone, i'm alone and i love it.
stanley "tookie" williams was executed in california early this morning. last night i watched a bit of the pre-death coverage on cnn and some other bullshit news channel. larry king did his whole let's-have-100-guests-on-the-show-all-at-once-so-it's-total-chaos-and-nobody-can-get-their-point-across-random-soundbite thing. some chick anchor on the other channel just spent the whole time cutting off the people she was interviewing, sighing and sulking and acting like an ignorant pre-teen. how do these people get on television? who's agenda are they pushing? they don't seem intelligent enough to have their own. on larry king, the only person worth listening to was the guy who used to play alan alda's buddy on m.a.s.h., who's now an anti-death-penalty activist, and the only guest on the show with any readily identifiable intelligence.
so tookie is dead. does everybody feel better now? hey, this guy killed people, let's kill him back, but let's take 25 years to do it... makes zero sense to me. thou shalt not kill, or something to that effect...
on another note, my band is falling apart. more on that later. i think we all hate eachother, or at least we do this week.
i hate everything right now. i'm tired, coming down with a cold, have an ear infection (in the land of the def, the man with one ear is king...), and took a stupid spill in the kitchen at the bar today, completely fucking up my left arm and knee, limping my way through the rest of the night.
on a positive note, i think i've got a show soon, which is cool, as it's been a while. i don't know, i was walking to the bar tonight and saw a poster in a store window with my name on it for a show next week here in town. so yeah, i guess i'm playing. would have been cool if somebody told me, but i ain't mad, i just want people to hear my words.
oh yeah, more stuff to listen to... binger the voyager. check it out. find it. it's good.
i guess i should go home and sleep. i took on this magazine assignment that i really need to finish tomorrow morning. it's been a minute since your boy's been writing for any mags, so it feels a bit strange, but what, you thought i was going to leave the game forever? forever ever? forever ever? forever seems too long...
i could have been an overnight success but i slept in,
kept secrets from myself, including my weapons,
didn't know i had them, i kept them hidden,
in the basements of bad men, cemented prisons...
random lyrics i wrote today for a rap song nobody will ever hear.
okay, one more smoke and a beer and i'm out...
ryan
song: spooky
download it. it's found easily on limewire. it's the best song ever...
love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you...
runner up...
band: the 7a3
song: coolin' in cali
these are the two best songs ever made. i'm not kidding.
so it's almost 4am, i'm at the bar, everyone is gone, i'm alone and i love it.
stanley "tookie" williams was executed in california early this morning. last night i watched a bit of the pre-death coverage on cnn and some other bullshit news channel. larry king did his whole let's-have-100-guests-on-the-show-all-at-once-so-it's-total-chaos-and-nobody-can-get-their-point-across-random-soundbite thing. some chick anchor on the other channel just spent the whole time cutting off the people she was interviewing, sighing and sulking and acting like an ignorant pre-teen. how do these people get on television? who's agenda are they pushing? they don't seem intelligent enough to have their own. on larry king, the only person worth listening to was the guy who used to play alan alda's buddy on m.a.s.h., who's now an anti-death-penalty activist, and the only guest on the show with any readily identifiable intelligence.
so tookie is dead. does everybody feel better now? hey, this guy killed people, let's kill him back, but let's take 25 years to do it... makes zero sense to me. thou shalt not kill, or something to that effect...
on another note, my band is falling apart. more on that later. i think we all hate eachother, or at least we do this week.
i hate everything right now. i'm tired, coming down with a cold, have an ear infection (in the land of the def, the man with one ear is king...), and took a stupid spill in the kitchen at the bar today, completely fucking up my left arm and knee, limping my way through the rest of the night.
on a positive note, i think i've got a show soon, which is cool, as it's been a while. i don't know, i was walking to the bar tonight and saw a poster in a store window with my name on it for a show next week here in town. so yeah, i guess i'm playing. would have been cool if somebody told me, but i ain't mad, i just want people to hear my words.
oh yeah, more stuff to listen to... binger the voyager. check it out. find it. it's good.
i guess i should go home and sleep. i took on this magazine assignment that i really need to finish tomorrow morning. it's been a minute since your boy's been writing for any mags, so it feels a bit strange, but what, you thought i was going to leave the game forever? forever ever? forever ever? forever seems too long...
i could have been an overnight success but i slept in,
kept secrets from myself, including my weapons,
didn't know i had them, i kept them hidden,
in the basements of bad men, cemented prisons...
random lyrics i wrote today for a rap song nobody will ever hear.
okay, one more smoke and a beer and i'm out...
ryan
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