Robert Neville
maladjusted
I should also be studying and writing about the french revolution but SOMEHOW I can't find the motivation. There is nothing new and nothing fab with me, but please tell me there is with you?
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I should also be studying and writing about the french revolution but SOMEHOW I can't find the motivation. There is nothing new and nothing fab with me, but please tell me there is with you?
bogdana
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awww i understand. well i will be done w/the nursing program on December 14th. I am very excited about that. Really the 15th, but the thing i have to do on the 15th is stupid and requires very little mental energy.
I am going to be one year older on Sunday. weeee!
and... things have really slowed down in here havent they?
I am going to be one year older on Sunday. weeee!
and... things have really slowed down in here havent they?
Robert Neville
maladjusted
You are a nurse? lovely!. You will cure my ills? Happy birthday for Sunday!. I havent been on here in a while, has it become very boring?
R
Reelaround
Guest
I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news, but if either of you considers that Morrissey collapsing on a stage in the middle of a concert is akin to this forum slowing down, or becoming a tinsy bit boring, well maybe it has then?
R
Reelaround
Guest
And his real fans thought he might even die, you see
Robert Neville
maladjusted
ooooh errrr, calm down. He IS alive isnt he?
Robert Neville
maladjusted
A short one
Batter my head in, you look like the type
Batter my head, jump on your motorbike
The imprint of your anger, lies on the pavement
The imprint of your anger as I make my descent
Splatter my brains in, slip into the night
Splatter my brains in, find someone else to fright
Break my neck, just because I refused to fight
Break my neck, just because I didn’t give a light
Batter my head in, just because you couldn’t afford
Batter my head, just because I’m your landlord
Batter my head in, you look like the type
Batter my head, jump on your motorbike
The imprint of your anger, lies on the pavement
The imprint of your anger as I make my descent
Splatter my brains in, slip into the night
Splatter my brains in, find someone else to fright
Break my neck, just because I refused to fight
Break my neck, just because I didn’t give a light
Batter my head in, just because you couldn’t afford
Batter my head, just because I’m your landlord
dunya
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I'm pleased you find time to drop in between studying and developing your poetic skills. If you need avoidant activities, this is the place to come to. And there are plenty of posters who would argue the toss, given the opportunity, should you be feeling disputative.
Robert Neville
maladjusted
It’s Still Pathetic
Moving closer up the sofa, as you do, he recoils
Make your move, and try and take the spoils
I have no sympathy, when he jumps up to make a tea
You have a kiss as rough as sandpaper, a touch like a rock
Its just because you can hear your biological clock
It doesn’t sound like it used to do, wonderful thing is age
As he returns from the kitchen, he returns to your drama, your stage
You would give anything to be under those hips
And to stroke his tongue with your lips
But all of the beauty you tried to muster
Still leave you looking lacklustre
Its still pathetic
And he knows, I think he knows
She brought a new dress and combed her hair
But she got not one advance, not even a stare
Your persistence is to be admired, you never get bored
Even if you do get persistently ignored
As he stands and walks away
It must be hard to admit you’ve lost it all
Its so hard to tell when you’re going to fall
Yet you tell yourself, its gonna happen someday
Its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same
He doesn’t even know your name
What’s your name? What’s your name?
Moving closer up the sofa, as you do, he recoils
Make your move, and try and take the spoils
I have no sympathy, when he jumps up to make a tea
You have a kiss as rough as sandpaper, a touch like a rock
Its just because you can hear your biological clock
It doesn’t sound like it used to do, wonderful thing is age
As he returns from the kitchen, he returns to your drama, your stage
You would give anything to be under those hips
And to stroke his tongue with your lips
But all of the beauty you tried to muster
Still leave you looking lacklustre
Its still pathetic
And he knows, I think he knows
She brought a new dress and combed her hair
But she got not one advance, not even a stare
Your persistence is to be admired, you never get bored
Even if you do get persistently ignored
As he stands and walks away
It must be hard to admit you’ve lost it all
Its so hard to tell when you’re going to fall
Yet you tell yourself, its gonna happen someday
Its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same
He doesn’t even know your name
What’s your name? What’s your name?
R
Reelaround
Guest
Well you know, it could be something much more simpler as Father Jack said
Like STfup!
Like STfup!
Robert Neville
maladjusted
Goodbye To Youth
Back to the room that started it all
Shattered dreams splattered on the wall
Going back to the people who knew
Your dreams would never come true
Goodbye to youth, goodbye to youth
It was left on a plethora of excuse
Can’t get back what’s already gone
Knees weak, how can you go on?
With the ticket, you know you can’t go back
Too much scrutiny, too much personal attack
Goodbye to youth, goodbye to looks
Bemoaning what time has took
I can’t see it improving
It won’t get better
Back to the room that started it all
Shattered dreams splattered on the wall
Going back to the people who knew
Your dreams would never come true
Goodbye to youth, goodbye to youth
It was left on a plethora of excuse
Can’t get back what’s already gone
Knees weak, how can you go on?
With the ticket, you know you can’t go back
Too much scrutiny, too much personal attack
Goodbye to youth, goodbye to looks
Bemoaning what time has took
I can’t see it improving
It won’t get better
Robert Neville
maladjusted
Take out the soul and what do you get?
Both alarm clocks are ringing, but you’re already awake
Listen to the radio and sing away
You check in the mirror, and have to do a retake
Wasted your life in the form of a shadow play
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Singing a song until it hurts to breathe
The clouds are black and the sky is slate grey
How much life are you prepared to leave?
Wasted your life in the form of a shadow play
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Both alarm clocks are ringing, but you’re already awake
Listen to the radio and sing away
You check in the mirror, and have to do a retake
Wasted your life in the form of a shadow play
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Singing a song until it hurts to breathe
The clouds are black and the sky is slate grey
How much life are you prepared to leave?
Wasted your life in the form of a shadow play
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Take out the soul and what do you get
Living your life in emotional debt
Take out the soul and what is left
If this is your life then you’ve been bereft
Robert Neville
maladjusted
The only option
You feel asleep at the wheel of the car
I can’t believe we’ve come this far
The bumps didn’t even make you wake
Life is cruel; it’s taken all it could take
You’ve not taken your vitamins
And now you should repent your sins
But you’re still my only option
There’s always someone else with a quicker wit
I took the drugs and got the hit
Got in an argument and the bloke kicked my head in
And I still walked away with an arrogant grin
I don’t know who I’m going to be in the morning
There’s the sign and there’s your warning
But I’m still your only option
Your wife has left you and took the flat
She told you to keep the kid, now who does that?
You’re finding it hard to sleep, and harder to wake
Life is cruel when there is too much at stake
And you feel like you need to escape
Death is your only option
Death is your final option
You feel asleep at the wheel of the car
I can’t believe we’ve come this far
The bumps didn’t even make you wake
Life is cruel; it’s taken all it could take
You’ve not taken your vitamins
And now you should repent your sins
But you’re still my only option
There’s always someone else with a quicker wit
I took the drugs and got the hit
Got in an argument and the bloke kicked my head in
And I still walked away with an arrogant grin
I don’t know who I’m going to be in the morning
There’s the sign and there’s your warning
But I’m still your only option
Your wife has left you and took the flat
She told you to keep the kid, now who does that?
You’re finding it hard to sleep, and harder to wake
Life is cruel when there is too much at stake
And you feel like you need to escape
Death is your only option
Death is your final option
Robert Neville
maladjusted
Losing Sight Of Your Needs
My room gets so cold in the summer
The house will never be warm
I can’t heat it alone anymore
I just want to be comfortable
But how can it be this hard
I tried to brush my foot
Up the underside of your leg
It won’t leave
But it’s stranded
Like my hopes, like my life
This house gets so desolate in company
The heart will never be worn
Anywhere else but the sleeve
But it’s getting to be a strain
Giving and giving but receiving none
I tried to reach for your hand
It didn’t connect
It lies motionless in time
Like my hopes, like my life
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
So when did you lose sight of mine?
The Waste
Everything around here is static
Where feelings are automatic
No-one comes and no-one leaves
Where everyone’s got something up their sleeves
Nobody wants your mind in this place
Where wit is seen as a waste of space
The place where people need their name in lights
If not, their names in stones to stop their nameless nights
Where people hate your skin and they hate your bones
Welcome to the wasteland
Welcome to the wasteland
Destiny dissolves in a whimper
You can’t bear to look at your picture
You’re born here and then you die
And no-body cares about goodbye
Trying to live in between, and not reach the ground
Trying not to spend all you hard earned pounds
But nobody would notice if you just burst into flames
Game over, no more games
Goodbye to the wasteland
Goodbye to life
Love Shattered Pride
Our love has shattered and so has my pride
Once what was certain is turned on its side
Depression hangs over me and scores my card
Deep in the mind and the mind is scarred
It was a change of scene and a change of style
But now I know a change is never worthwhile
Moods come and go, without its dangers
Remember a time when we were strangers?
Take me back to that time and I’ll be grateful
But to waste all this time, just to get an earful
Things come and go, not without its pleasures
But lets end it now, without unnecessary
My room gets so cold in the summer
The house will never be warm
I can’t heat it alone anymore
I just want to be comfortable
But how can it be this hard
I tried to brush my foot
Up the underside of your leg
It won’t leave
But it’s stranded
Like my hopes, like my life
This house gets so desolate in company
The heart will never be worn
Anywhere else but the sleeve
But it’s getting to be a strain
Giving and giving but receiving none
I tried to reach for your hand
It didn’t connect
It lies motionless in time
Like my hopes, like my life
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
So when did you lose sight of mine?
The Waste
Everything around here is static
Where feelings are automatic
No-one comes and no-one leaves
Where everyone’s got something up their sleeves
Nobody wants your mind in this place
Where wit is seen as a waste of space
The place where people need their name in lights
If not, their names in stones to stop their nameless nights
Where people hate your skin and they hate your bones
Welcome to the wasteland
Welcome to the wasteland
Destiny dissolves in a whimper
You can’t bear to look at your picture
You’re born here and then you die
And no-body cares about goodbye
Trying to live in between, and not reach the ground
Trying not to spend all you hard earned pounds
But nobody would notice if you just burst into flames
Game over, no more games
Goodbye to the wasteland
Goodbye to life
Love Shattered Pride
Our love has shattered and so has my pride
Once what was certain is turned on its side
Depression hangs over me and scores my card
Deep in the mind and the mind is scarred
It was a change of scene and a change of style
But now I know a change is never worthwhile
Moods come and go, without its dangers
Remember a time when we were strangers?
Take me back to that time and I’ll be grateful
But to waste all this time, just to get an earful
Things come and go, not without its pleasures
But lets end it now, without unnecessary
Robert Neville
maladjusted
Cheer up Mr Neville,it might never happen.
Or,maybe it will.
I'm afraid it's happened, I'm still here
anon x
New Member
What happened,Robert ?
Robert Neville
maladjusted
