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Discussion in 'Anathema' started by marginalé, Dec 25, 2004.
haha look at popeye the sailor, wheres his pipe?
Adrian baby, I don't give a shit whether you like them or not, your musical horizon is just as limited as mine.
hmmm hehe, i like the way you address me baby!
ah come on, we can share tunes surely? learn from each other and eh...stuff
You're forgetting to be hateful
Sorry, but I'm not infected by that tsunami-mania and hysteria. Natural disasters kill people on this planet every day, you know.
but she may find that unsettling too
I'm saving all my hates for you little boy doom :Spin:
Indeed, and all on the scale of said tsunami :Smug: , sure i dont know what the big fuss is at all about it when ten thousand are left homeless in south dublin after a hurricane before xmas, the entire population of essex was wiped out in a volcanic eruption last week. A hail of frozen squirrels over ontario killing thousands...
Of course it's horrible and shocking and sad and all that, but making a fuss about it won't change anything about the situation. It happened. And it'll happen again.
Worse things will probably happen in the future.
Im sure the people of south east asia feel that way too. still at least the ickle animals are all safe
Worse than the Essex eruption? Come on, Dante's Peak was peanuts compared to that, even though it's a film.
didnt even notice he was playing the amount of gigs i miss like that is criminal. Listening to this now its all a bit all over the shop but in a nice relaxing way, i cant stop playing A 13, its like john betejman buzzing :Spin:
The Ancestral Trek Eastwards The Spiritual path from the crumbling shop facades of Commercial Road Many Flyovers to marshland of Essex: Land reclaimed; My soul reclaimed. A13 Ceases to be an arterial road Becomes a guideline, Pathway of the astral plane: A way of life; a way of death; A giant metaphor for nowhere. Oh land of my fathers, ancient Celtic warrior race, How are your tomatoes doing? A13, forever 3am Around and around the Rainham roundabout In gentle rain Absence of hope; absence of pain
A13: cars race thrusting back-to-back Like a ritualistic symbol of the sexual act. These brave men: sales reps, Overseers of the Ford production line, Frontiersmen. Their wives were blue eye-makeup and drive a smaller car To see Mum in poplar, when they have Thursday off from their job in Asda's.
I don't want to move to higher spiritual planes. I want to forget Destiny. I want to travel the A13 for Eternity. I love your oil refineries, motor factors, motor works, Sewage plants, factory farming, theme pubs, launderettes, Transport caffs, haulage firms, betting shops, People who look so dour. Swaggering, aggressive young men who hate themselves, A carbon-copy of dad, who really passed it on. And their sisters, bleached-blonde, already typecast in the role of Victim.
And it's perfect, Oh so perfect: It makes me feel so cold inside, And that's familiar territory. Oh barren, hopeless highway of Essex I love you.
That's the general effect I have on people - with the exception of a certain few.
How can things decently improve???!!!
The world's getting more and more dirty, the climate's changing, the ozone layer's fading away...
One can only expect the worst, and that's all.You'll see.
And no need to be a scientist to assume that
That's more like it
i think that was meant for me, sure who else?, aint it always, im never left alone :Smug:
and youre getting more and more dirty, derty get, now get out!