Let's (Not) Write A Song!

[guigsy]

hahahahahahaha... i'm genuinely laughing here... and i'm genuinely not sure why.

[paisley]

the creative process

[guigsy]

Tears Of The Phillistine

by: the Sanctuary

Baby, baby, baby, you do me oh-so good,

culture don't mean that much to me,

but I've been told it should.

[kimock voice-over] Shuuuuut the fuuuuuck up[/kimock voice-over]

MarcO told me something

A little head should know

Its all about this Zero

And some learned to hate him so

He said he causes trouble

When you let him in the Skank

He will never ever leave you

If your bag is full of dank

So let the sunshine in

face it with a grin

Smilers never lose

And frowners never win

So let the sun shine in

Face it with a grin

Open up your heart and let the sun shine in

When you are unhappy

Dr hux wears a grin

but oh he starts to running

When Phil Lesh comes pouring in

I know he'll be unhappy

cause i'll never turn it down

if we just keep on playing

he wont want to hang around

So let Paisley come on in

face him with a grin

Esau never loses

And Basher never wins

So let Hamilton come in

punch him in the chin

Open up your lungs and let the dope seap in

If Bouche forgets to update

Everyone screams bloo-dy

But you know he feels just awful

seeing Guigsy on his knees

So if your full of trouble

and you never seem to win

open up your heart

and let the sunshine in

I think I need a drink......

heading back for the brink

I don't need nothin', 'cept this kitchen sink.

So excuse me while I reach down and grab my.......

...oh, nevermind.

This sh!t is rinky dink.

washed my dirty laundry

hangin my clothes on the line

now they reek of detergent

but it strenghtens my spine

for my eyes are getting weary

i'll take that as a sign

I washed out the stains of the

Tears Of The Phillistine.

"Together, we can pen the finest, deepest song ever written, i'm sure of it." - MarcO

[Booche]

For the record, I am deeply, deeply fu©ked. The sad thing is that my brother is probably full of wine, and giggling whilst rubbing his hands together thinking:

Oh, I cant wait to get home and put some music to this.

[guigsy]

then we'll be a couple loops and some pills away from a hit.

[Booche]

Wooks do not a hit make.

Booche no function beer well without.

Still guigsy, I like the way you think!

[hamilton]

At least I've finally been immortalised in song... **sniff**