Hi, im James, im pretty easy going, i love music, women, reading, fantasy stuff. I am easy to get along with. Im fairly tall, long ginger hair and fairly stocky. I hate people who don't like ginger people for no reason.
Your Birthdate: March 3
You are more than a big ball of energy - you are a big ball of hyper.
You are always on the go, but you don't have a type a personality.
Instead of channeling your energy into work, you instead go for fun and adventure.
Witty and verbal, you can have an interesting conversation with anyone.
Your strength: Your larger than life imagination
Your weakness: You tend to be pretty scattered
Your power color: Lime
Your power symbol: Lightening bolt
Your power month: March
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?My new didgeridoo
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ction%3Duser%2Eviewprofile%26friendid%3D13687907A Silver Mt Zion - God Bless Our Dead MarinesThey put angels in the electric chair
Straight-up angels in the electric chairAnd no-one knew or no-one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairsAnd oh! How we to and fro! To and fro! To and fro!This is our torched estates
(and we are your sweet mistakes)And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge miss nina simone?There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marinesSomeone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids dont get photographed
God bless our dead marines
LyricsThe hungry and the hanged
The damaged and the done
Striving 'long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life without killing anyone
And consider yourself goldenLost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry and
Lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then i lost myselfI love my dog and she loves me
The world's a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gentlyThere's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident
Above the burning trees
While somewhere distant peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids dont get photographed
God bless this centuryWhen the world is sick can't no one be well
But i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
