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About Me

We'll Lead With Magic,
but we'll lead from the back.
PRECIOUS
all i can see is the darkness,
after the light goes out & before all turns to black.
& all I can hear is the silence,
like when the music plays but the tune falls flat.
all I can smell is damp & dust,
& im breathing so heavy that my jaw's dropped,
all I can feel is cramp & lust,
& claustaphobia such as the doors been locked.
But,
somehow all feels right & everything's enough,
and 'coz it's tonight nothing can be too much,
& at the height of my senses falls my love,
Because,
no matter what's inside I'll always feel touch.
the chances are I bet I will always lose you.
but,
advances in the heart means i'll choose you.
and,
somehow all feels right & everything's enough,
and 'coz it's tonight nothing can be too much,
& at the height of my senses falls my love,
Because,
no matter what's inside I'll always feel touch.

the last words of a poet aren't his greatest work,
but they're the ones that hold the most promise,
for when trying to talk only works to make it worse,
everything has to be brutal, or hurtful, if honest.
& if the dream you had last night was empty,
it doesn't mean that there's no need to sleep,
for every night that is spent just dreaming,
is another night you had that's ours to keep.
& if the wind blew away all your presents,
& all you can find are the strings,
Feel free to watch as I blush in your precence,
& then let loose; spead your wings.
Come onto the land of wings,
& forget how to fly.
Start by cutting loose those strings,
& with the clouds, greet goodbye.
Feel the air around your face,
look at the ground at your feet.
Scrape your knees & lose your place,
& walk along that same old street.
For everyday there is a sunset,
& every day the sun goes down.
Every body's sundrenched,
& For every man, a crown.
Come onto the land of wings.
when you're not left behind you're just desperate to keep up.
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Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away.
Haven't changed, haven't much to say,
But man, I still think them cats are crazy.
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HEY! I'm Joe.
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king.
& I want rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists.
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My Interests

writing. football. doodling. being busy. not being lazy. & being lazy. Music. wrestling. love. life. my love life. sticks. stones. broken bones. Famblee. artistic expression. laughing out loud. PURPLE! fairgrounds. the theatre if I ever get up & go lol, same as the cinema. Jenna. Oh & Rosey of course!. people who aren't normal, or aren't annoying. not being skint lol. being busy. not being bored. bansai trees. living on my own in my big house lol! freedom. reading. heart shaped boxes with ribbons. interesting people. interesting colours. interesting lyrics. interesting songs. being with my mates. getting drunk & having a laugh. boost & yorkie chocolate bars. budweiser. orange lucozade. blue powerade. strawberry water. jack daniels. EVERTON FOOTBALL CLUB. going to gigs. BRUCE. making up words & phrases & overusing them lol. colouring in. some things new, lots of things old. TEXTING lol. marker pens. money. money. money, money makes the world go round. Charlie Chaplin. discovering new things. people & things that can keep my attention for longer than ten minutes. myspace. t'internet. Punks, pencil-necked geeks & the odd jabroni. busting a move. playing playstation & beating Rosey at Britneys dancing game & Jason at Pro Evolution soccer 5 lol. Playing pool. Making CDs for people. live music. Crispy M&Ms. unpredictabilty. 3rd eyes. beauty & beasts. painting. doing things right THE FIRST TIME hahaha. sex. drums. sausage rolls.

I'd like to meet:

Charlie Chaplin.

Music:

FREE
BIRD

Bruce Springsteen.
E-Street Band.
Johnny Cash.
Scott Walker.
Bob Marley.
Nick Drake.
Nirvana.
Van Dyke Parks.
Genesis.
Roy Orbison.
Daniel Johnson.
Goo Goo Dolls.
Foo Fighters.
Joshua Radin.
Journey.
Bob Dylan.
2Pac.
Amy Winehouse.
Neil Young.
Young Knives.
Bright Eyes.
Immortal Technique.
Brother Ali.
Sage Francis.
Antony & The Johnsons.
Meat Loaf.
The Beatles.
Cuban Link.
Libertines.
Courteeners.
Conway Twitty.
Kissaway Trail.
Editors.
Slade.
Glasvegas.
Elvis Presley.
Frank Sinatra.
Perry Como.
The Killers.
Led Zeppelin.
Lynyrd Skynard.
JayMay.
The Zutons.
The Fugees.
Jay-Z.
The Lancashire Hotpots.
Queen.
Ralph Stanley.
Four Tops.
Otis Redding.
Radiohead.
Richard Ashcroft.
Scott Joplin.
Arctic Monkeys.
Damien Rice.
Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova.
Rolling Stones.
Manu Chao.
Dr Hook.
Panic At The Disco.
Coldplay.
The Gossip.
Thin Lizzy.

Movies:

Over The Hedge.
The Crow.
Drop Dead Fred.
Karate Kid Trilogy.
Lee Evans Live.
Richard Pryor Live.
Walk The Line.
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Beyond The Mat.
Wrestling With Shadows.
Batman Begins.
Let Him Have It.
The Circus.
Modern Times.
The Kid.
Blazing Saddles.

Television:

Scrubs.
King Of The Hill.
Inside The Actors Studio.
Friends.
Family Guy.
Lead Balloon.
Angel.
VH1: Behind The Music.
VH1: Storytellers.
The Mighty Boosh.
WWE.
Match Of The Day.
QI.
Joey.
Father Ted.
Fools & Horses.
Some Mother Do 'Ave 'Em.
Porridge.
Alan Partridge.
Have I Got News For You.
Heroes.
Arthur.
Harry Hills TV Burp lol.
Top Of The Pops 2.
Ideal.

Books:

I do read, a lot actually, but I don't have favourite books to be honest because there are far, far, far too many of them out there to choose from, every book is different & good in it's own way I think, so I'll just say NME Magazine lol =) or Uncut, or Q, Or WORD, or MOJO, or Record Collector or Four Four Two or MOTD or The Beano lmao

Heroes:

you said heroes are needed,
so heroes get made,
somebody made a bet,
somebody paid.
the cool desert morning,
then nothin' to save,
just metal and plastic,
where your body caved.

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN.
JOHNNY CASH.
KURT COBAIN.
CHARLIE CHAPLIN.
GEORGE HARRISON.
DUNCAN FERGUSON.
DIXIE DEAN.
RIC FLAIR.
JOE STRUMMER.
BOB MARLEY.
BRANDON LEE.

My Blog

I think I want to start blogging.

Hello :)Ahh, I want to start blogging but what do you blog about?Do you blog just when you're bored or have something really important to say? Or do you blog to keep people interested in you? Or do yo...
Posted by Facecock.bum on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:23:00 PST