My Head is Slowly Dropping of My Neck


I'm starting to suffer from extremely bad headaches from just sitting at the computer and writing stuff. Id love to go outside to write but the weathers rubbish. Im not going to leave the house until wasted ( apart from going to work and helping Ronnie move house on Sunday) I am determined to write ten perfectly crafted songs even it kills me. We are great need of gigs so if anyone reads this and wants us to play please message me. I like playing gigs and it also seems to give me an extra push to write towards. Also Dan appears to like playing gigs, and also appears to like drinking quite a lot and decided we should knock of a bottle of straight rum back before our last gig. This may not have been a great idea due to the stage mainly consisting of holes and masking tape. I would personally love to keep writing this blog more but until I have written my ten songs of life love and larger, it will remain short and sweet anyway here is a some lyrics from a drunken anthem I'm working on.





You broke her heart, and I broke ya nose
Turns out all she wanted, was buying new clothes
But I used my fists to win me my pride
and after all this she tossed me aside!

This songs for the fighters, not the winners, or great.
for the cold and the broken and ones that we hate
and with fists full of steel and hearts full of gold
well stand strong in this battle until we get old

(If I had a fortune id spend it on booze
its not who ya are its just what ya choose)

Were not in the headlines, were not on the news
lets raise our drinks high with nothing to loose
with nothing to loose! you are what ya choose! with nothing to loose!!

These friends are my hero's, they fill me with hope
We walk on this city, with the thinnest of rope
We conquer these mountains, using only our souls
We've swam through the oceans, and walked on the coals.