Friday, June 19, 2009

Every single lyrics website out there that I've found has fucked up the lyrics to this song, and it's pissing me off. Therefore, I'm going to post the lyrics myself. At least, what I think they are. But I'm sure they're going to be a hell of a lot more accurate than the crap out there now.

Anyway, this song is called "Flesh and Blood" by People In Planes, and it's the song I've been listening to the most, lately. Listen to it here.

I don't want to speed date.
I don't want a rebate.
I don't want this dinner, and I don't want the dirty plate.
I don't want your money.
I don't want you hinting.
I don't really want you to know what I'm thinking.


I don't want the evening, or the mid afternoon.
I don't want tomorrow to come to soon.
I don't want to get lost.
I don't want to be found.
I don't want to hear you say when your on the rebound.
I don't want take it.
I don't want buy it.
Don't want a helicopter, cause I won't know how to fly it.
I don't want funeral.
I don't want a weddin'.
Don't think I can bring myself to listen to your message

We're flesh and blood.
We're flesh and blood.

I don't want your dinner.
I don't want your leather.
I don't want your salt and I don't want your pepper.
I don't want your limits.
I don't want you to fix it.
Don't give me our opinion, cause you know where you can stick it.

Don't wanna hear your stories.
Don't wanna hear you laughin'.
Don't wanna be standin' here, takin' your orders.
I don't want the quality.
I don't want you to bother me.
When I'm dead and buried, I don't want you to remember me.

We're flesh and blood.
We're flesh and blood.

I don't want your picture.
I don't need encouragin'.
If I catch on fire, then I hold your question.
I don't want a flat screen.
I don't want it duty free.
Think I'll take my chances, and leave without the silver screen.
I don't want your blessin'.
I don't need caressin'.
If you find me guilty, then I don't want your sentencin'.
I don't want the seasons.
I don't need a reason.

Only want your pressure, if it's to stop the bleedin'.

We're flesh and blood.
We're flesh and blood.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

While I'm bashing public figures...

He's a butt-fucking ass clown, too.
Time to piss off some republicans!

Okay, so Sarah Palin is pissed off at Letterman for some jokes he made. First off, who the fuck is Sarah Palin and why do I give a fuck about her and what she considers an inappropriate joke? (It's a rhetorical question. I know who the dumb bitch is.)

I don't associate myself with any political party, because quite frankly I despise the entire system. But I know an idiot when I see one, and this woman is clearly an idiot. After all of those horrendous interviews she gave when she was running for vice-president, I'm questioning the intelligence of anyone who even remotely listens to what this woman has to say. Mostly, however, I think this struck a chord with me because I'm a big fan of being politically incorrect. And anyone who bitches and whines about politically incorrect jokes can go fuck themselves as far as I'm concerned.

Letterman may not dare make jokes about her 14 year old daughter getting knocked up, but I sure as hell would. Who gives a fuck? I can make any jokes I want, off-color, immoral, or whatever the case may be. That's my fucking right to do so. And anyone who tries to tell me I can't loses any ounce of respect I may have had for them. For me, this has NOTHING do to with politics. I don't give a fuck what party, organization, or whatever the fuck this woman belongs to. She's a twat.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Carradine was reportedly found naked in the room's closet hanging from a rope, possibly from the curtains, according to the Nation and police.

Am I the only one who's thinking it's quite possible he died from autoerotic asphyxiation, and not suicide? Yes, I know he's 72, but the guns could have still been firing.


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