Friday, February 24, 2006


At 7 on a Saturday morning, with beer for breakfast, now that's the kinda Irish courage that a man needs. Now the problem would be to get it all out of the system so that I survive a Saturday night at work, and more.

Choices choices. And having Faithless on repeat isn't helping either. The week is ending finally. Thank god. Sometimes you wish things wouldn't happen, but then they can only happen for the better.

I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry
Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream of
Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth
But there's no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers
But now I keep myself pepped
Deeper still, that night I write by candle light
I find insight, fundamental movement, uh
So when it's black this insomniac take an original tack
Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack
I gets no sleep
I can't get no sleep

Faithless - Insomnia.


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