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And for only the price of your daily coffee you can be safe in the knowledge that after you're dead your love ones won't have to worry about your funeral! But I'll be fucking dead you moron! What will I care????

Beasts of Bourbon - Low life

Nouvelle vague bande A part

Dinosaur Jr - Ear bleed country

swervedriver - never lose that feeling birthday party - mr clarinet my bloody valentine - soon Jesus and Mary Chain - Girlfriend Wayne Shorter - Juju they might be giants - dr worm beasts of bourbon - drop out blue ruin - cherry tree charlatans - only one I know clash - guns of brixton

I wanna make the in scene You know it's not such a bad dream I give my ma some mean looks Burn all my old school books I buy a leather jacket so I look real tough All the little girls will think I'm tough I spend my time playing pool That's how I'm gonna be so cool A couple of times I've mentioned a band called Lubricated goat on here and I figure people must think it is just a joke. But no it's not. Mark Arm from Mudhoney often quotes them and a few other Sydney bands as the real start of grunge and not Seattle. If you're interested: lubricated goat and other assorted old skool grunge

No, it isn't. It's about helping the team win games. Who cares if Drogba only scored 12 last season (he had 11 assists, too--the highest of any striker), when Chelsea out-score every other club, including Arsenal and the Glams with their BiG nAmE strikers? Shrek and Horseface scored 37 of the Glam's 72 goals. Henry scored 27 of Arsenal's 68. If 30-45% of your goals are coming from one player, then your season practically depends on that player's fitness and each game depends a lot on one player's form. Much better to play a system that spreads the chances around. It's much easier to replace a striker that can jump well and pass a bit than it is to replace one who can score 20+ goals a season. Same goes for any player. The system is king. 139042[/snapback] Written by a person who's team has three of the most ineffective strikers in the league

The first breaths of JMC. Psychocandy.

The last breaths of JMC. Munki.

Is this the Australian band featuring that slapper from Neighbours??? Fuck me they are shit. I had to direct a program which they were featured in and forgetting her arse, she is just fucking plain (that's when she could get the drummers tongue out of her mouth.) I wish Elvis would take them to the cleaners for that blatant rip off of pump it up.

BRMC - Black rebel motorcycle club

Well I don't lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think I'm ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex I'm gonna drive all night Take some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof In the shape of a heart

Beasts of bourbon - live

Is that a smile that hangs beneath your nose or are your eyes so wide they've pulled your mouth into a stupid pose?

You came in my room When I'm not home You been going through my things again Looking through my dirty washing In the raw - Lubricated goat

Cath or anyone else offended by the c word stop now. well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (damn things nearly hardly flap) canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures that look like... long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl (like a ground -plan of Hell) curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures! enough! enough is enough! (if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out) if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub so fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul for a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) ah'm bailin out! there's a mutiny in Heaven! ah wassa born... and Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font, like some great stinky unclean! from slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart to some fat cunt behind a screen... evil poppin eye presst up to the opening he'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body blusht to the whistle of the birch with a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!! well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was... sticken a needle in mah arm... ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back (like ah was cuttin teeth!!) ah took off!!! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) there's a mutiny in Heaven! oh lord, ah git down on mah knees (ah git down on mah knees and start to pray) wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze in the howlin wind and drivin rain (all the trash blowin round 'n' round) from slum-heaven into town ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve (roll anna roll anna roll anna roll) ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah'm bailin out! UTOPIATE! if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out! mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god's house! mutiny in Heaven! (ars infectio forco Dio) to the plank! (rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!) ah'm bailin out! (hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!) hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto! (Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio)

137341[/snapback] Massive Attack - 'Safe From Harm' (off Blue Lines) 137363[/snapback] Bit slow there old chap! 137368[/snapback] Don't know it, do I get a clue? 137371[/snapback] Try Thug, fuck your dad, kill ya mum

137341[/snapback] Massive Attack - 'Safe From Harm' (off Blue Lines) 137363[/snapback] Bit slow there old chap!

137341[/snapback] Massive Attack - Safe From Harm. At the moment I editing something that involves Money by floyd and the bridal march! Two of my favourite pieces of music!!!

I prefer: "I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me to see me looking back at you" 137322[/snapback] Oh Alex, my hero

I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see if I was looking back at you.

So messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be Face-to-face And I'll lay right down In my favorite place And now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Well c'mon Now I'm ready to close my eyes And now I'm ready to close my mind And now I'm ready to feel your hand And lose my heart on the burning sands And now I wanna be your dog And now I wenna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Well c'mon

Yeah Mustang take me Mustang Ford take me far away Been driving for days now Been driving to take the pain away Gotta get some love now Love back in my veins, gotta kill this pain Drove down to the shoreline Hey shoreline take me far away There was a sign by the roadside Back by the road is where my body's layin' Hallucinogen headlamps My sane scape's disrupted in a pickup truck Drive Hallucinogen headlamps My sane scape's disrupted in a pickup truck (The radio still plays Among the mangled metal frays Petroleum spirit daze) Been drivin' for days now Oh Yeah There was a sign by the roadside Oh Yeah Gotta get some love now Love back in my veins, gotta quit this pain Do you satisfy my soul (yeah, such a shame) I got clean out of control (soul ride train train) Held ransom, Rock 'n Roll

He said captain I said whot? He said captain I said whot? He said captain I said whot He said captain I said whot you want?