my current job is non existant but some of the perks of the last few were
working in a certain popular high street shop
- taking home 'damaged goods' (i.e hats with lil holes in em, scratched shades etc)
working for various chartiy based musical organisations.
- getting to work properly as a gig promoter
- getting to work with people and bands i liked
- what i was doing was actually appreciated
- they didn't care what i turned up wearing
- my mate sarah worked just round the corner and my fave record shop was just up the road
working for directory enquiries
- the fact that the day had to finish sometime
- on quiet days getting my mates to phone up
- the fact that i could turn up to work stoned off my tits and nobody would even bat an eyelid
out of those three, the charity stuff was my fave, admittedly i didn't get paid squat for it and i was homeless at the time but i worked with some amazing people there.
i reckon she removed his tools while he was asleep.
one inspired by a shitty job and shitty people, another inspiried by someone who i'm glad i have no contact with anymore, both are untitled and will probably be re-written to fit music.
effort number one
Every hour of stinking days
I'm waiting to find my escape
Before the graveyard swallows me whole
I wasn't made for this life
It's time to skip town
Start fresh
Make new life yourself
This is the graveyard of ambition
Watch the best laid plans rot and turn to dust
Your dreams are just dreams here
They're nothing more to us
Your masterplan rots with the oranges now
Thought everything would come to you
But mountians won't move for no man
So few willing to be real
They look inside as betrayal
Who cares though?
THIS IS SURVIVAL!
Every notion for every commotion
Every plan has its headstone
Life in this town is killing us all
Ambition drops off you like sweat
You fell into it
Now too content to go
Remain and watch the sqaure mutate
Little monsters join they're invasion forces
Runnign from they're enemy of hype
Exisiting only with a label in mind
Wipe off the names
Lets see if you still have a problem.
effort number two
The rain is falling again
It feels like my own cloud
There to remind me of just who I am
The I that nobody knows
Am I distanced?
Or are they keeping theirs?
Walking throught the shadowlanes
Shrouded by the dark
With just memories of what i left behind
You can send my flowers to the graveyard
I've shed my deadskin
From a one line perspective
I'm nothing more than fresh meat on the hook
Against the stone walls and the lines of life
Burn the baggage i don't want no more
Condemn them to the fires
I've walked so many times
Watch the ashes rise into the skies
Weaving the smoke
With the fires of my eyes
Learn to forget.
i have a habit of buying random instruments so i normally spend my spare time trying to learn to play em, at the moment i'm trying to learn the basics of piano so i can play my melodica (and making horrible noises while trying).
failing that its either downloading music, working on ideas for mixes or generally just working on music.
music is the easiest thing to go for as its an inexhaustable supply.
i tried 4 pictures and none of them managed to bring up any matches, i must have a really individual face, although in the past i've had sideshow bob, brandon boyd and ginger wildhearts comparisons, and have also been mistaken for ginger as well (which i was well chuffed to bits about).
being the lazy arsed stoner bum that i am, its one of two things, either what i've been wearing that day (if i decide that climbing into bed is too much effort, therefore falling asleep where i am) or an old pair of ankle length short and whatever the first tshirt is i lay my hands on, thats pretty much the standard all year round.
so chatroom one or chatroom two, the bidding starts here, who wants to verbally beat me up in a real time situation? :P