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#lyricsinspeechmarksbyTheJamofcourse London Calling. From 14 years old, this little boy travelled on a train, on his own from Kent to Victoria.
This random girl walked up to me in 6th grade and this is what happened... Girl: Are you a guy. Me: Um no, why. Girl: Well 1. You always hang out with guys. 2. You love anime. 3.
I'd go into that shop My favourite of them all CDs, DVDs, you name it I'd buy as much as I could Seventy quid at a time 'Blown' on disks of plastic What a waste, mum said But they made me happy And...
I really freakin hate judgmental people. I listen to rock/screamo and I'm automatically "Emo" I also hate labels, it's crazy. Oh and when you like pop music, you're automatically "Preppy" Just wow ..
I really do have pink hair. It was once blue and one time it even went green. My real hair colour is brown, but brown is so bland, boring. My mum always disapproves of my hair.
I dont really know what to say about myself except I like gory horror movies and i love papa roach and shinedown. I like to play video games.
No ones seen much of her lately. she's not into partying, she'd rather drink around a fire. she doesn't dance like regular teenagers. her favorite place is in front of a live band.
and the only thing I can think about is being in a crowd. screaming along to every word that I've had memorized for years.
Friday at nine. And it's band time. Small local place. Where they're in yer face. It would seem. The barman's not keen. He's a serial whiner. In A minor. Good whining key. None finer. We start.
Step n2 the mind of a sinner. Heart gone cold like chi town winters. This that I do it is not 4 beginners. Sry lil niggas u ain't old enuff 2 get it. Y I ain't ever dumbing down when I spit it.
Well, I spent yesterday in Camden. I am now aching all over, fifty quid poorer and exhausted. But god, was it worth it. I have never seen so much stuff in one place.
This world is made of things I like, and there are retro cafe's, water rides, little shops with cool trinkets, and money grows on trees, along with gummy bears, jelly snakes and jelly beans.
The pulse is pounding, The darkness is calling, Living the moment is all they care about. All you care about. The only light is strobes Flashing randomly and harshly.
Порой всегда бывает так, как ты не ожидаешь.
Does anybody on here read the Radio Times. Well, the "singer" Plan B had an article a couple of weeks back telling people not to call him a chav, because it's an acronym for Council House And...
I am just a kid, from a small Canadian town, who reads rolling stone magazine ritually. After this next piece, I will officially be the worst patriot ever. Sometimes I wish I was American.
Feeling the heat in the street. Heads taking in the beat. Music's got my feet jump'in. Beats got my heart pump'in. Feeling my body move'in. I'm get'in down and groov'in. Bodies moving all around.
I was shopping at the thrift store, and I found the perfect shoes. I tried them on and loved them. My friend said to me "those make you look way more punk." . I froze, was punk a style now.
This is a short story inspired by old skool hip hop tracks. (in brackets) (Don't believe the hype) it was all a lie, I didn't (fuck the police) not all of them anyway.
There's a man going round the caravan site. On a mobility scooter with a disco light. Ghetto blaster strapped to the back. Blasting out Amy winehouse back to black. Got to be 90 if he's a day.
“Who is like unto the beast.
Sounds of the underground are what you know best, Playing tunage for hours, mixin decks with no rest. You send me new choonz, that you know I will like, Hard house an trance, not that pop music shite.
Time to let go. Of all that I feel,. I'm just one person,. I'm no big deal,. My head is spinning. And I can't think straight,. But there's no going back. It's much too late,. The pulse of the music.
The next day was boring, it was just the three of us, moping around the flat. Bored.