Work

Staring at my pen, I wonder:
"How much it would take to push
that cunting thing
through my eye?"
Would that end the relentless grind?
Or would a do-gooding paramedic
bring me back to be tortured
but this time with only one eye?

Why...

...has the font changed? Fuck's sake...

I'm getting brave...

Below are the first draught of shoddy lyrics for 'Gay Horse'. No one reads this shit, so I'm not too bothered putting it up here. At least, if I do this, I won't lose them like I did with the ones for 'Thunderbolt Pier'.

To clarify: Gay = Happy. I'm no homophobe, I don't even own an iPod.

GAY HORSE

They call me the 'Butcher', man.
I study struggling life.
I move through the structures,
I hide between the lines.

What is there left to say
As fingers invade your spine?
Your hot-breath crippled neck
Buckles under mine.

Who wants to ride the gay horse?
Show me the colours you breathe,
Show me the traces you leave.
Show me the colours,
Show me the way.

Eyes locked in strange orbits.
Cage-made accusing stares.
Your cuts seem to open up
and I'm swallowed by the tears.

I'm black and blue.
You want me to serve you?
I'm gagged and bound.
You want me to love you?

Endless days,
over again.

You want me to serve you?
I'm gagged and bound.
You want me to love you.

Endless days,
over again.
Trapped inside
your diseased mind.

Okay... you can stop laughing now, you miserable pukes.

- Sha

I'm a lazy shite...

...so lazy. I'll get back on it one day.

- sha

To Friend's and Well-Wishers...

Peons: Let me make fuck in your ears, yes?

A belateded and empathtic

THANK YOU

to all who came to support us,
to our unwaveringly loyal, drug-fuelled friends and
to those of you who will surely be future friends.
You made our night and gave us the best gig of our
miserable lives (bar any ropey singing).

We love you, scummers.

DO NOT LISTEN

THIS is our blogcast. There are many like it, but this one is ours.

Turn It Down or Fuck Off

Banned from the Beacon Court for having balls. Read all about it:

Fat Landlord pushes his way on stage and lays hands on my guitar.
Lil B's heckles stand on end.
Fat Landlord shouts abuse along the lines of: "You've cleared the other fucking bar!"
Fat Landlord misses the point.
Lil B gets in Fat Landlord's pudgy face and generally saves my arse from being inserted forcefully into my astonished mouth.
Fat Landlord shouts further abuse about how we only brought two people.
Fat Landlord neglects the other ten.
Fat Landlord screams "Turn it Down or Fuck off!"
Boast retorts "We'll fuck off then."
Lil B launches mic stand at Fat Landlord like a GREEK GOD.
Lil B is gently ejected from the premises.
I whisper to my comrades "We're still getting paid."
We get paid.

Two great gigs in one weekend - Awesomesauce.