Wanting For Nothing

22 May

Howdy partners.

So I figured I should blog, seeing as some people have starting subscribing to my posts somehow (thanks for that), which I must admit came as a surprise as I haven’t blogged for months, nor had anyone subscribed until about a week ago when there was a sudden influx.

Well seeing as my life is usually dreary and uneventful at best, I figured I should do what I feel I’m best at and post either my latest song lyrics or some funny stuff depending on my mood/mood swings.

Here’s some lyrics to a song I wrote two years ago to the month called ‘Wanting For Nothing’, but which I still haven’t gotten round to recording, but plan to in the very near future…

 

You,  left me wantin’ for nothin’,

You left me wantin’ for nothin’,

And left my head in the blue.

 

You, left me grievin’ for somethin’,

You left me grievin’ for somethin’,

And that somethin’ was you.

 

You used to be the only person I looked up to,

You used to have the only sparklin’ eyes I’d see.

But now you’re gone you’re still the person I look up to,

‘Coz’ when I look above that’s where I know you’ll be.

 

We, used to do things together,

We used to do things together,

And now I do them alone.

 

You, showed me things others never,

You showed me things others never,

And now the seed has been sown.

 

You used to be the only person I looked up to,

You used to have the only sparklin’ eyes I’d see.

But now you’re gone you’re still the person I look up to,

‘Coz’ when I look above that’s where I know you’ll be.

 

You, left your legacy treasured,

You left your legacy treasured,

Deep in a pit of my mind.

 

Time,  it won’t create no one better,

It won’t create no one better,

My friend you’re one of a kind.

 

 

Until tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams.

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I Only Have Eyes For Everyone Else But You

31 Jan

So what was today all about? Beats me. No seriously, it beats me. As in beats me round the head like a maniac with a crowbar.

So I wake up and within seconds I crash into the shelves in my front room with my dust collecting snooker trophies on them and the blue candle holder which was sitting on the top shelf falls and smashes into hundreds of pieces. Great! The perfect start to my day.

I then go out to buy some groceries and I find when I get outside the store and check the cash machine that there is a little more money in it than I’d expected. Quite a bit more to my pleasant surprise. So I decided to treat myself to a KFC as a reward for, er, well, as a reward anyway.

I get to the KFC restaurant and as is customary here in the UK, a lady who came into the shop after me, looked me in the eyes and then waited behind me then decided when I bent down to put my groceries on the floor that she would jump the queue. As there may be children reading this blog and as I am a gentleman I shall not repeat the words that I said to her, but I can tell you that my language was somewhat colourful.

So I eat my KFC and then I decide to go into the town centre to pay my rent. When I get there my hands are now so cold that I cannot get my payment card or my money out of my wallet as I can no longer feel my hands and that’s WITH my gloves on throughout the journey. I eventually defrost and am able to go about my business and pay my rent.

I then go into the library and try to use their computers, if only to keep warm for a little while and they are still just as ridiculously slow as ever and so I take a quick pit stop at my nan’s house on the way home and then I return to my place.

After a fairly dull and dreary evening I then discover that the lady I am supposedly dating is having dinner with another guy. Great! Well it was thoughtful of her to tell me anyway. Might have been nice if she actually managed to find a spare ten minutes for ME once in a while, but then that kind of thought process requires logic and is therefore a stupid thing to expect from a woman.

So now I sit here yet again on my own and for some reason that God forsaken Family Guy is on my TV yet again, without me putting it on. So I figure the best thing I can do to put this wretched day behind me is go to sleep and so I think that is what I shall do and I so I shall bid you all farewell.

Until tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams.

A Day In The Wife

31 Jan

So I was walking along today, pondering the meaning of life and such like and then it suddenly hit me. That’ll teach me not to look before I cross the road.

Today was a pretty drab affair all in all, though strangely everything seemed to happen in twos. I had two dinners, I saw two nans and was subjected to the usual relentless noise from upstairs by people who are just TOO noisy.

My visit to the local Co-op store was as laborious and as time-consuming as ever while I was waiting in the queue for ten minutes just to buy gas. Very strange seeing as I was the only one in it.

My early evening consisted of trying to get the calls stopped that my nan is constantly subjected to, whereby companies seem to think that it’s not extremely insulting to phone her up and say ”hi, have you considered making a will seeing as you’re a seriously old basatrd” or words to that effect. I did suggest that she say next time it happens ”listen sunshine, call again and you’ll be the one needing funeral arrangements, not me” but I think that she’s too good-natured for that kind of talk.

After some leftover bolognese mixed with leftover cabbage I returned home where I spent the umpteenth night alone. Well, alone if you don’t include Mrs Palm and her five lovely daughters or the delightful young lady that I’ve been chatting to via text for around five weeks now. Yes, Mrs Palm’s family and this girl often keep me from being lonely and sometimes I even like to combine the two. With that in mind, let’s hope this girl never stumbles across this blog.

Somebody on Facebook said it was snowing here tonight, but I didn’t see any signs of it when I looked through the Venetian blinds a little later on. Maybe he was just suffering from the worst case of dandruff the world has ever known and couldn’t bring himself to admit to his illness. Either that or I’m completely blind and my lenses need changing.

Well, my day is nearly over and I’m still baffled as to why I still have Family Guy boring the pants off of me in the background when I could just simply reach for the remote control and end the monotony.  Maybe Mrs Palm and her five lovely daughters have sapped me of all my energy. Women these days, they can be so demanding that it often drains one’s energy reserves.

On the subject of depleted energy, I shall soon have to retire to bed I think, providing the usual shenanigans of the work shy upstairs don’t prevent me from doing so for the umpteenth time. Yes, there seems to be people in our society who think it’s acceptable to live off the tax of others and then have the audacity to keep them awake each night, just to add insult to injury and on that note, a noise filled slumber beckons me to it.

Until tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams.