Hello.
i am a very simple child with no sense of tune and guitar strings that are long overdue for a changing - if only i could be fucked.
with lyrics as simple as tying your shoe lace [although i still have trouble with that...] and chords that my grandma could scratch out on her oven grill, there's bound to be something for all the family.
this worrying musical adventure started in the womb and was brought to you in Summer 2007, purely because the idea of actually studying on GCSE study leave was far too daunting.
Computers hate me [as do many other things...chairs, beachballs, women on their sides] and so i dont think i can make a heroes section. However i would like to thank Amy B, without whom none of these 'songs' would have been converted to mp3...[turns out its quite simple but it took me 4 hours before i asked her]
I would also like to thank Fran W, Rika [EVEN THOUGH SHE IS JAPANESE] and other Fran for their support [they are clearly drunks]
Also Harry because he is a ginger [we are safer when we travel in packs]
However, for reasons more obvious than who ate all the pies, Noel Fielding would have to be my main hero.
if you would like to contact, talk to, or sexually harass me:
[email protected]
GoodLove. x
If you want to be lovely and promote me with that beautiful banner stick this code somewhere onto your myspace and I will love you forever :)
REVIEW:
Fran about "Sunday Bread":
"it wasnt nice, i thought i was going to COLLAPSE from overheating"
Rika about "Roads":
"not funny"
