Friday, 18 September 2009
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Saturday, 22 August 2009
my grandma was a hippy
she's got a flower on her ear.
that's what i heard.
oh, she grew her hair, really.
and she said turn on, tune in, drop out.
they know better 'bout her.
such an ironic.
yeah, she sang bobby mcgee things.
oooo do you believe in flowers?
now, it means nothin'.
you were happy, then.
you couldn't be more happier, yeah.
that's what i heard.
oh, she grew her hair, really.
and she said turn on, tune in, drop out.
they know better 'bout her.
such an ironic.
yeah, she sang bobby mcgee things.
oooo do you believe in flowers?
now, it means nothin'.
you were happy, then.
you couldn't be more happier, yeah.
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
why don't we ended it up and become a lover?
it's your decision, not mine.
the two become a very good friends.
whoa, not a lover.
you made a line, yeah you did.
oh, is it good for you?
no, it's not good for me.
i can't decide what should i do next.
it's me, yea, it's me.
so why don't you see it?
oh, you pretend to not see me.
the two become a very good friends.
whoa, not a lover.
you made a line, yeah you did.
oh, is it good for you?
no, it's not good for me.
i can't decide what should i do next.
it's me, yea, it's me.
so why don't you see it?
oh, you pretend to not see me.
merseyside's new generation
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