Sunday, 13 June 2010

Romance On The Empire State


I Stood at the top, looked down on everything......

The wind lifted and chilled, whilst the moon gave a warm glow....

The city lights illuminated, the heart of the world.....

And what could i see, what did i think.

It was you....

I love you.


I'll Be Talkin To Ya XxX

Romance On The Empire State


I Stood at the top, looked down on everything......

The wind lifted and chilled, whilst the moon gave a warm glow....

The city lights illuminated, the heart of the world.....

And what could i see, what did i think.

It was you....

I love you.


I'll Be Talkin To Ya XxX

Zero and Blind Terry

'The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off the milk of a silver jet
And the love of sweet young women
Now the Pythons are down from old Englishtown
And they're looking to do some livin'
Well the leader of the Pythons
Is a kid they just call Zero
Now Terry's pop says these kids are some kind of monsters
But Terry says "No, pop, they're just plain heroes"

Zero and Terry they found a love that burnes like wildfire
Now Terry's daddy understood that this Zero was no good
A child, a thief and a liar
Well from out of the darkness that breaks the dawn
Zero rode like twilight
He said "Tonight's the night, Blind Terry, come on"
Terry come on, tonight is the night
Pack your bags, baby

And together they ran like reindeers through the street
Like tomorrow the earth was gonna catch on fire
Now Terry's dad hired some troopers to kill Zero and bring Terry back home
They crawled up in the night
Like firelight

Now snow-white troopers from the council of crime
Rode silver foxes through Terry's field
Oh they met the Pythons down on Route 9 but they refused to yield
The Pythons fought with buzz guns
And the troopers with swords like light
And Zero and Terry they ran away
And the gang fought all through the night

Well now some folks say Zero and Terry got away
Other said they were caught and brought back
But still young pilgrims to this day
Go to that spot way down by the railroad track
Where the Troopers met the Pythons
Old timers cry on a hot August night
If you look hard enough, if you try
You'll catch Zero and Terry and all the Pythons

Oh just hiking them streets of the sky
Just walkin', hiking the streets of the sky
Just hiking the streets of the sky
Hey Zero....'

-Springsteen

I'll be talkin to yaa xxx

Zero and Blind Terry

'The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off the milk of a silver jet
And the love of sweet young women
Now the Pythons are down from old Englishtown
And they're looking to do some livin'
Well the leader of the Pythons
Is a kid they just call Zero
Now Terry's pop says these kids are some kind of monsters
But Terry says "No, pop, they're just plain heroes"

Zero and Terry they found a love that burnes like wildfire
Now Terry's daddy understood that this Zero was no good
A child, a thief and a liar
Well from out of the darkness that breaks the dawn
Zero rode like twilight
He said "Tonight's the night, Blind Terry, come on"
Terry come on, tonight is the night
Pack your bags, baby

And together they ran like reindeers through the street
Like tomorrow the earth was gonna catch on fire
Now Terry's dad hired some troopers to kill Zero and bring Terry back home
They crawled up in the night
Like firelight

Now snow-white troopers from the council of crime
Rode silver foxes through Terry's field
Oh they met the Pythons down on Route 9 but they refused to yield
The Pythons fought with buzz guns
And the troopers with swords like light
And Zero and Terry they ran away
And the gang fought all through the night

Well now some folks say Zero and Terry got away
Other said they were caught and brought back
But still young pilgrims to this day
Go to that spot way down by the railroad track
Where the Troopers met the Pythons
Old timers cry on a hot August night
If you look hard enough, if you try
You'll catch Zero and Terry and all the Pythons

Oh just hiking them streets of the sky
Just walkin', hiking the streets of the sky
Just hiking the streets of the sky
Hey Zero....'

-Springsteen

I'll be talkin to yaa xxx

Thursday, 10 June 2010

I'm Sorry- Buckcherry

'Oh I had alot to say
Was thinking on my time away
I miss you and things weren't the same
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.

This time I think i'm to blame
It's harder to get through the days
We get older and blame turns to shame
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.

Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah Sorry!

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry.'


I'll Be Talkin To Yaa xxx

I'm Sorry- Buckcherry

'Oh I had alot to say
Was thinking on my time away
I miss you and things weren't the same
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.

This time I think i'm to blame
It's harder to get through the days
We get older and blame turns to shame
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.

Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah Sorry!

I'm sorry i'm bad, i'm sorry i'm blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say i'm sorry.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry.'


I'll Be Talkin To Yaa xxx

Monday, 7 June 2010

Yell Any Louder ?

Sometimes it really hits you..... Like a big fucking train, smashing right into your ribs. It's all bullshit, everythings material & eventually, whether you want it too or not, it's all gonna come tumbling down..... Like a stack of cards.....

I'm feeling like no matter how loud i shout, or how hard i cry to convey my emotions, nobody can hear me, see me. Being here too, so far away from the singular thing that i have been able to invest my emotions in, without contact for so fucking long, it's making me sick. genuinely. It's not as if i don't want to be here, I'm enjoying myself, back home i usually feel the same, it's just that place is packed full of distractions, people who i can allow myself to be open with. Whilst here, it's too close for comfort. I like spending time with family, but it is different, every single statement or glimpse into my thoughts or feelings has to be vetted, pre-planned. I can't allow myself to be spontaneous on a regular and frequent basis. Problems would ensue.

I will be back home roughly this time next week (there or there abouts anyway) but I'm anxious to find out whether things will be different. Two week isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things, but it is more then ample time for the dynamics to change, for certain individuals to understand larger truths and maybe, just maybe, all the good stuff to come undone. I'm not freaking out, just ready to experience the worst, i know how to roll with that punch, but in reality i just don't want it to be swung, because eventually i will just stop dodging them. Of course upon my return, things could go to plan and all will be well in the world again. Fingers crossed i suppose. I can't really see any reason for it all to turn on it's head and fuck up, but that has never stopped it before has it. I was pre-warned, and I'm no better, but this time it does sorta feel different, more real. Actually i should stop worrying, that's my problem isn't it, what happens will happen. But i was told before we both left that i would be missed and that she loved me. Maybe for once, it's all going to run smoothly for me. I'm smiling now.

I am looking forward to getting home, birthday party on the Sunday, then out for my actual birthday on the Tuesday (22nd). It should be great fun.

Until later...

I'll be talkin to ya xx

Yell Any Louder ?

Sometimes it really hits you..... Like a big fucking train, smashing right into your ribs. It's all bullshit, everythings material & eventually, whether you want it too or not, it's all gonna come tumbling down..... Like a stack of cards.....

I'm feeling like no matter how loud i shout, or how hard i cry to convey my emotions, nobody can hear me, see me. Being here too, so far away from the singular thing that i have been able to invest my emotions in, without contact for so fucking long, it's making me sick. genuinely. It's not as if i don't want to be here, I'm enjoying myself, back home i usually feel the same, it's just that place is packed full of distractions, people who i can allow myself to be open with. Whilst here, it's too close for comfort. I like spending time with family, but it is different, every single statement or glimpse into my thoughts or feelings has to be vetted, pre-planned. I can't allow myself to be spontaneous on a regular and frequent basis. Problems would ensue.

I will be back home roughly this time next week (there or there abouts anyway) but I'm anxious to find out whether things will be different. Two week isn't a long time in the grand scheme of things, but it is more then ample time for the dynamics to change, for certain individuals to understand larger truths and maybe, just maybe, all the good stuff to come undone. I'm not freaking out, just ready to experience the worst, i know how to roll with that punch, but in reality i just don't want it to be swung, because eventually i will just stop dodging them. Of course upon my return, things could go to plan and all will be well in the world again. Fingers crossed i suppose. I can't really see any reason for it all to turn on it's head and fuck up, but that has never stopped it before has it. I was pre-warned, and I'm no better, but this time it does sorta feel different, more real. Actually i should stop worrying, that's my problem isn't it, what happens will happen. But i was told before we both left that i would be missed and that she loved me. Maybe for once, it's all going to run smoothly for me. I'm smiling now.

I am looking forward to getting home, birthday party on the Sunday, then out for my actual birthday on the Tuesday (22nd). It should be great fun.

Until later...

I'll be talkin to ya xx

Sunday, 6 June 2010

A Top 10 Of Sorts

10- ?

9- ?

8- ?

7- ?

6- ?

5- ?

4- ?

3- ?

2- ?

1- ?


I'll Be Talkin To Yaa xxx

A Top 10 Of Sorts

10- ?

9- ?

8- ?

7- ?

6- ?

5- ?

4- ?

3- ?

2- ?

1- ?


I'll Be Talkin To Yaa xxx

Friday, 4 June 2010

Words From 'The Dirt'

Could we dig up this treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
Where we wrote love songs,
God we have parted way too long.

Could the passionate past that is fled,
Call back with it's dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain.

I remember we used to meet,
By a swing seat over the piano,
And you chirped each pretty word,
With the air of a bird.

And your eyes, they were blue-green and gray,
Like those April days,
But lit into amethyst,
When i stooped and kissed.

I remember i could never catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful luminous fleet,
Little wings on your feet.

I remember so well the hotel room,
Fun in the sun in Cancun,
That beat that played in the living room & La Boom,
In the warm summer sun.

Could we live it over again,
Were it worth this pain,
Could the passion past that is fled,
Call it back or is it dead.

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, i know,
Poets hearts break so.

But strange that i was not told,
That the heart can hold,
In its tiny prison cell,
God's heaven and hell.


From the mind of Tommy Lee (And Oscar Wilde)

I'll Be Talkin To Ya xXx

Words From 'The Dirt'

Could we dig up this treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
Where we wrote love songs,
God we have parted way too long.

Could the passionate past that is fled,
Call back with it's dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain.

I remember we used to meet,
By a swing seat over the piano,
And you chirped each pretty word,
With the air of a bird.

And your eyes, they were blue-green and gray,
Like those April days,
But lit into amethyst,
When i stooped and kissed.

I remember i could never catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful luminous fleet,
Little wings on your feet.

I remember so well the hotel room,
Fun in the sun in Cancun,
That beat that played in the living room & La Boom,
In the warm summer sun.

Could we live it over again,
Were it worth this pain,
Could the passion past that is fled,
Call it back or is it dead.

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, i know,
Poets hearts break so.

But strange that i was not told,
That the heart can hold,
In its tiny prison cell,
God's heaven and hell.


From the mind of Tommy Lee (And Oscar Wilde)

I'll Be Talkin To Ya xXx

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Away, Away, Away......

FYI, i'm in Florida just now, limited net access. That's a shame. :/

I'm in a strange 'lil mood tbh, not how i should be feeling. Or is it ? I'll explain later when i've got more time.

Until then everyone,

I'll Be Talkin To Yaa

Away, Away, Away......

FYI, i'm in Florida just now, limited net access. That's a shame. :/

I'm in a strange 'lil mood tbh, not how i should be feeling. Or is it ? I'll explain later when i've got more time.

Until then everyone,

I'll Be Talkin To Yaa