Thou Shalt Always Kill

[NMH]

Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.

aaaaHEM!

It's DOWN for you then mate

(it's Desmond DEKKER)

 

[Braders]

There's a weight over me today,
it's something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don't like you enough to stay.

My heads in a mess
and I'm stressed
but i guess its a test in the quest for happiness
and the rest of that mess
so i best just acquiesce
even though I've grown tired of you

And that ain't meant to sound spiteful
I'm just trying to be insightful
when i write all my emotions
In the night all the stuff I try to fight
just comes out and the sad fact is I'm so tired of you

Love, its a weird thing ain't it?
there's no way to explain it
but i swear as well as pain
there should be joy but we sustain
the same level of m undane
and its numbing me through

i often wonder if I'd miss you
and have the urge to kiss you
if an issue was to hit through
to this heart that now feels disused
and said issue was too big to just ignore
and i walked out on you

the chances are I'd fall apart
and suffer seizures of the heart
as my chest begins to smart
the very second have to part
i want to go back to the start
but then again maybe I'd just feel new
maybe I'd get my life on track
and start to focus my attack
on all the things my life just lacks
and start to claw my passion back
instead of living like a hack
half committed half relaxed
id have nothing to lose

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

I guess lately I've had too much time to think
and yeah way too much drink
when paper meets the ink
over thinking is the chink in my armour
that's just what i do.
And I've always been that way, forever questioning each day and every plea that's made that maybe when i lay my busy mind will make me prove by finding problems and reasons, that might not be true.(?)

See we got together so young,
before our real lives had begun,
but flowers don't grow up as one,
each finds its own way to the sun,
and that's exactly what we've done.

We've grown up separately too,

And for a few years now it's been the problem,
and these realisations...i wish that i could stop them,
but I've realised that love is all we have in common,
and deep down you know that's true.

But then surely that I'm still in love with you means there's something we can do....to get us through and to pursue a brand new point of view on how this gap grew... between me and you.

So there's a weight over me and i'd hate to have to leave
but in fate i don't believe and the state of you and me isn't great as you can see.....
so i'll keep thinking this through.

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

There's a weight over me today
it's something I have to say
love you too much to leave
don't like you enough to stay

 

[Elvis]

Fight fight fight

 

[Skaville]

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile... Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they've become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it's cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend's best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls' pants - use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before it's done just because you've finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just 'cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you're never gonna f***ing talk to.
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.
The Beatles... Were just a band.
Led Zepplin... Just a band.
The Beach Boys... Just a band.
The Sex Pistols... Just a band.
The Clash... Just a band.
Crass... Just a band.
Minor Threat... Just a band.
The Cure... Just a band.
The Smiths... Just a band.
Nirvana... Just a band.
The Pixies... Just a band.
Oasis... Just a band.
Radiohead... Just a band.
Bloc Party... Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys... Just a band.
The Next Big Thing.. JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music,
thou shalt not make repetitive generic music.

Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say "Hey" thou shalt not say "Ho".
When I say "Hip" thou shalt not say "Hop".
When I say, he say, she say, we say, make some noise... kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish you girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word "Pheonix" P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying "Is it".

Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always... Thou shalt always kill!

GREAT song. Big fan.

 

[WeAreTheAlbion]

Pal, u have a lot of time on your hands, honestly go to the cinema or some shit, get a girlfriend, jesus.

 

[Alfred the greatx]

I AM dead people. 7 in total. Or the spirits of them trapped inside me at least. One is a hairdresser called Derek who tuts every time i remove my cycling helmet and pass by my reflection in my work doorway. I heard him snigger thrice and scream once. I think he's gay, or at least one of his sexdreams that i happened to wake and see inside me had him and a couple of hairy bears going at it. Les is the quietest. Not of hairy bears, but the perished within. I heard her sob the other week as if it had all become too much for her. I asked whether she'd decided to move on, had come to terms with the mortality i knew virtually nothing of, but i caught a seeping "No i don't think so." that petered away into nothingness. Maybe she's just playing games with me. Often the unsaid is the most powerful and haunting and she wants me to fancy her because of all i fail to know, but whenever i look with the back of my eyes she's always lurking in the shadows somewhere, usually the tightened cracks between ribcage and lungs. I only catch an eye and a frizzle of hair. She does look nice and intriguing. But i won't go there. It'd be stupid and i couldn't be sure that she'd really be any more than this hider in the dark and as chatty as i need. I also don't know Les is surely a woman. One of those manwoman names. Deirdre's a woman though. A big one with a giant cheeky smile. She was a caterer, she says, and will intstruct me when i have the family over and need to make a nice variety of triangular sandwiches and crisps. She chortled when i put the chef hat on inside out. Good old Deirdre. She's been there for so long now that i can't really remember when she arrived. I know we're not to talk about her personal life though. She went apeshit when i asked her once about children. I didn't see her for a week and wondered if she'd snuck out the back and into another body when i was crushed on the tube one morning, countless bodies all baring themselves down on me like towels blown from the balcony they were drying on. But out she came, with relatively dry eyes and a request for me to sign an imaginary agreement that the subject should never be raised again. We shook pretend hands and have got on quite well since.

You are both weird and wonderfull at the same time.
I love your posts, I dont understand a bloody word of them but i love them anyway.