Monthly Archives: Apr 2017
Its statis that kills you off in the end, not ambition
Music can change the world because it can change people
We thought that we had the answers, it was the questions we had wrong
All the power is the hands/ Of people rich enough to buy it/ While we walk the streets/ Too chicken to even try it/ And everybody does what they’re told to/ And everybody eats supermarket soul-food
You look like a city, but you feel like a religion to me
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
I was disappointed with the women in bands who were popular in the time
It felt like there was no-one who represented me and my friends, the humour, the feel of the time and place were living in
There’s something good about you
I hate my bother and he hates me, that’s the way it’s supposed to be
