Aftur the faul is ov-ur...

Frustrated and dissatisfied?
Are you on the edge of suicide?

YUP! way too much on my mind?

How True this is;
When work is over he likes to hit the bars,
And at the boozer we'll have another jar,
Because drinking can help ease the strain
Of his boring occupation,
Dull conversation,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulations.

Drinking helps us to forget what we are,
We leave the office and walk straight to the bar.
Don't stop to think,
Have another drink!

Drinking helps us to relax with the chaps,
A double scotch and we forget where we're at.
Don't stop to think
Have another drink!

When work is over he likes to hit the bars,
Go down the boozer and have another jar,
Because drinking can help ease the strain
Of his boring occupation,
Dull conversation,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulations.

Boring occupations,
Dull conversations,
Living by the book
And the rules and regulstions.

Drinking helps us to forget what we are,
We leave the office and walk straight to the bar,
Don't stop to think,
Have another drink.


Standing at the end of the horizon
Looking at another setting sun
Nature gave us all these toys to play with
But we've abused them, each and every one
They stretched the chord, snapped the wire
Lit the fuse but can't retire
We're going to the wall of fire
Tip-toeing on the great high wire
Let's have a real fire

The city slickers built the great illusion
Now they're the first to crumble in the sun
Now we're going through the wall
Let's see the flames before we fall
We're going through the wall of fire
Let's have a real fire
Tip-toeing on the great high wire
Through the wall of fire

We drove on many rocky roads together
Through the storms and hurricanes we rode
Unified so no one could destroy us
We stretched the bounds
But always kept the code
Liberals shout and cause concern
Forget next week while we all burn
Let's run right through the wall of fire
Let's have a real fire
Death-defying while the flames grow higher
Through the wall of fire
Let's go through the wall of fire
Running through the wall of fire

I guess we need to cheer up...eh FranK?

don't know about we, but I do...
" It's not your makeup or the way that you dress...It's your attitude "
I gotta shake this " Yer Blues " feeling...
Temperature's rising
fever is high
Oh, I'll be a good boy...
Please make me well
I'll promise you anything to get me out of this hell...

im not like everbody elseeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sitting In My Hotel, a song I've just discover. It's wonderful when you have known a song for a long time and then one day you realise how good it is.

If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.

Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.

Once under a scarlet sky I told you neverending lies,
But they were the words of a drunken vagabond
Who knew very well he would break your heart before long
Oh forgive me Geneivive.

"Thought I was brave until I saw my frightened reflection in a dark corridor"

Surviving -- Phobia.


Frank.

"Thought I was brave until I saw my frightened reflection in a dark corridor"

Surviving ----- Phobia.

Frank.

Ah, yes, Iñakink, that's a good one. Beautiful melody and brilliant lyrics...

"If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow tie
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove
They would tell me that I'm just being used
They would ask me what I'm trying to prove
They would see me in my hotel
Watching late shows till the morning
Writing songs for old-time vaudeville reviews
All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to."

aaaahhhh...the sweet lady!

I'm kinda stuck on "Prince of the Punks"
the other side of "Father Christmas" single..
Oh...i do believe i'm dated!

she acts tough but it's just a front
she's the queen of the punks....

" mister can you tell me who I am
do I stand out or am I just a face in the crowd "

or " now it's time for confessing it all "

I don't know why I'm even bothering...

this timeeeeeee tomorrowwwwww

I'm in a Preservation mood
so
Sheppherds of the Nation
Nobody Gives
Money and Corruption
Nobody Gives
and
Sitting in the Midday Sun
are it for me right now with a touch of Scapheap city