Would you credit it

Sunday/monday
So there I was having worked out a few bits for J$'s 'run faster' and let me say the bits were not too shabby either. Infact I was quite chuffed. Decided to go to bed and like a prune just shut the whole damn studio down by switching off at the plug. Tit.
later on monday
Try to start up and nothing. Tried again... Nada.
Tuesday
So I pm J$ and pull out of the collab. He (gentleman that he is) says no problem.
Sulk a bit, or a lot depending on your scale of sulking. Veg out to much too much TV.
Wednesday (yesterday) pm
Try the computer again and bugger me blind it starts up sweet as a nut. Go figure. I'm pondering the idea I might have neglected to plug something in, but I did nothing different today than yeaterday. Odd.
So the upshot is I might be in 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' or not.
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Having written a 'Pawnbrokers Daughter' I now realise the title is 'Pawnbrokers Stepdaughter' Gah. I'm wondering if a pawnbroker would refer to his stepdaughter as 'stepdaughter', or just 'daughter'?
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This awful Tsunami disaster has me pondering the insignificance of humanity. We are nothing in the face of nature unleashed. Perhaps we, and by we I mean the human race, should begin to be more aware of this fact.

I loath the phone (1 day special)

I go through patches when I loath the phone, and today was one such patch. I'm sitting down t't tube and the damn thing rings. I don't normally mind as the answerphone picks up after three rings, however I had changed it to seven rings on a whim and damn is the phone LOUD!
Nevertheless I leave it and watch TV.
Later I try and call back my sister and she had the temerity to be out!

Is deep Throat senile?

Deep Throat, the 'person' who comes up with the titles at songfight has done it again. Naff would be my word of choice for this weeks titles.
The first was 'Les Anchois' (Muse sighed in a heavily resigned manner). I swiftly eyed title two which was 'Block City'. So the choice was obvious. I hate Anchovies, have never had anything good to say about them. I don't like them in or on food of any variety, and as pets go they suck. Block City didn't stir me either, So no song... Then -
I discovered www.secondlife.com. I would join in a flash, if only my damn pc was up to spec. It seems like a huge leap forward, and fun to boot (I'm not describing what it is, you'll just have to go and check it out for yourselves). Anyhow, to cut a blitheringly boring diatribe short, It took me a while but I finally came up with a lyrical idea, and a tune which works... Too late to record by the deadline however. Sad, but true. Anyway, here are the lyrics for Block City, which I will endevour to record at some point:

What are you going to do with your second life
You’ve got the building blocks to make it right
You could build a town house or an island retreat
A big block city just seems too obscene

Everybody feels the need to try again
Now we have the place to make
A halcyon life that never ends
Everybody wants to transcend the norm
Become the character they dream about
From dusk till dawn

What are you going to do with your second life
Start a shopping mall or an x rated punk rock dive
Become the artist you’ve always wanted to be
Win a songfight? Oh mamma let it be!

After a long sojourn a New Song is in!

'Piece of my heat' is in... I submitted under Kamakura before I remembered Ivy was supposed to be doing it. It was, as usual, rushed. I can 'see' where it will go when I get the time to record it properly (with a band) and though the genre is probably not what I'm best at I... Quite like it! Here then are the lyrics:

Piece of my heat

Hey there cutey pie
Wanna see what we can do if we really try
My pants are on fire just for a glimpse of you

I’ll give you everything I’ve never possessed
I’ll give you half of the medicine chest
I’ll love you faithfully at least ‘til the end of the night

So you wanna come and play with me?
Join in with the fantasy
Come along and taste a piece of my heat
Come and come and come with me
We’ll trip the light so fantastique
Down ‘n’ dirty take a piece of the heat

Hey there sleepy head
Wanna see what we can do if we stay in bed
You’ve got me riding, riding the edge of my mind

I’ll pledge my heart if it will make you stay
You’ve got my soul if you can banish the grey
I’ll love you faithfully at least ‘til the end of time

Muse Strikes!

HA!
I've written a ditty for the next songfight 'Piece of my heat' which I will offer to my good friend Ivy Vee. Hopefully he will pull his finger out and record it tomorrow.
I wish the titles would become a tad more 'inspiring'. These last few weeks they have been, in my most humble opinion, shite.

The First of December yet again...

Does it ever get easier? I'm beginning to fear it doesn't.
Yet another year rolls towards conclusion, yet another year in which, other than writing a few songs I have achieved nothing of any great import. It makes me wonder quite what the point of it all is. I used to be a thoroughbred panglossian (cheers dude, you know who you are) but now I seem to have become a jaded old fuck, without any of the benefits that should accompany such a grandiose title.
Life seems to be made up soley of struggling to pay endless bills. I remember, in odd moments of lucidity, times when I had fun. These now seem to be fewer and much, much further between.
Perhaps all will become clear... Then again I won't hold my breath.
Even Cat seems slothful and moribund these days, and she's probably a more accurate reflection of my state of mind than anything else.
Hey ho. Onwards and upwards.
I will write another song this year if I have to beat myself over the head with a mallet.