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My Idol.
The women love him.
Still waiting for someone to publish the FLIP 411 footage on youtube from the late 90's with Tom Penny's massive tricks. Ultimate Skater.
Well actually, he's not quite as cool as me... but I still respect him as a skateboarder.
Somebody's got to do it. Don't they?
Leonard Cohen Lyrics: The Future (the future)Give me back my broken nightmy mirrored room, my secret life,it's lonely here, there's no-one left to torture.Give me absolute control,over every living soul.And lie beside me baby, that's an order!Give me crack and anal sex,Take the only tree that's left,and stuff it up the hole in your culture.Give me back the Berlin wall,Give me Stalin and St Paul, I've seen the future, brother;it is murder.....Your servant here has been toldto say it clear to say it cold:It's over, it ain't goin any further.And now the wheels of heaven stopYou feel the devil's riding cropGet ready for the future,it is murder. ....now I don't know how many artists can write lyrics like that these days? Mid life crisis on paper I'd say.
My Idol.
ReplyDeleteThe women love him.
ReplyDeleteStill waiting for someone to publish the FLIP 411 footage on youtube from the late 90's with Tom Penny's massive tricks. Ultimate Skater.
ReplyDeleteWell actually, he's not quite as cool as me... but I still respect him as a skateboarder.
ReplyDeleteSomebody's got to do it. Don't they?
ReplyDeleteLeonard Cohen Lyrics: The Future (the future)
ReplyDeleteGive me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life,
it's lonely here,
there's no-one left to torture.
Give me absolute control,
over every living soul.
And lie beside me baby, that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex,
Take the only tree that's left,
and stuff it up the hole in your culture.
Give me back the Berlin wall,
Give me Stalin and St Paul,
I've seen the future, brother;
it is murder.....
Your servant here has been told
to say it clear to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't goin any further.
And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future,
it is murder.
....now I don't know how many artists can write lyrics like that these days? Mid life crisis on paper I'd say.