Hello, my blog is here, and I must say my back is hurting
My blog’s may bring a tear, and maybe a bit of flirting
I’ve blogged and broke the rule, And I’ve surfed t’internet highway
I’ve bored, but just one wish, I blogged it my way
My blogs, are blogged for you, but yeah I know that is pretention
I blogged what I had to blog, even with a great big erection
I have no plan or wooden horse, A careless post, blogged on a weekday
Oh yes, I’ve just one wish, to blog it my way
Yeah there were blogs, just one or two,
that didn’t mean a thing to you
But through my blogs, I learnt to shout
I met new friends who helped me out
I typed them all, and had a ball
And blogged it my way
I’ve blogged, I’ve shed a tear, I’ve had my fill, my share of boozing
I stink but blogged all that, and can I say, in a fly-way
But no, oh no that’s me, I blogged it my way
For what is a blog? What has it got?
A bit of fun, a bit of snot
To post the blogs in between meals
And not the blogs of my ideals
My blogging’s slow, and God only knows
I BLOGGED IT MY WAAAAAAAAYYYYYY
Archive for June, 2008
I Blogged It My Way!
Leader of The Blog
To the tune of Leader of the gang?
Blog on, blog on, blog on, blog on, blog on, I say
Do you wanna be in my blog, my blog my blog
Do you wanna be in my blog, Oh Yeah,
Do you wanna be in my blog, my blog my blog
Do you wanna be in my blog
You’re the reader, you’re the reader
You’re the reader of the stuff I post
You’re the reader, you’re the reader
Would you like some tea and toast.
I can post here all thru’ the night, even though it’s shite
I can post here while you’re in bed, yes I’m off my head
You’ve gotta please read it,
Blog on, blog on
You’ve gotta please read it.
Blog on, blog on
Do you wanna be in my blog, my blog, my blog
Do you wanna be in my blog, Oh Yeah
Do you wanna be in my blog, my blog, my blog
Do you wanna be in my blog, Oh Yeah.
You’re the reader, you’re the reader
You’re the reader of the crap I post
You’re the reader, you’re the reader
So please don’t give up the ghost
I can give you a great big thrill, over the hill?
I can post here all for you, that’s what I do
You’ve gotta believe me, blog on, blog on
You better believe me, blog on, blog on
You gotta please read it, blog on, blog on
Do you wanna be in my blog, my blog, my blog.
Do you wanna be in my blog
MY BLOG
BLOG ON BLOG ON BLOG ON BLOG ON BLOG ON I SAY!!!!!
Watching You, watching me, watching you, watching me, watching everyone….
So this is Great Britain
A green and pleasant land?
The home of CCTV Camera’s
To get speeding drivers banned
So this is Great Britain
The welfare state, & NHS
Great British Institutions?
Some think they’re in a mess
So this Is Great Britain
That once ruled the waves
An Empire and a Commonwealth?
Now issues ASBO’s if one misbehaves
So this is Great Britain
The Mother of Democracy?
The House of Commons and Lords
Ensuring justice & liberty?
So this is Great Britain
Where God saves the Queen
A land of hope & glory?
You can vote at age eighteen
So this is Great Britain
Are the pensioners in poverty?
They’ve never had it so good?
They’re all having a nice cup of tea
So this is Great Britain
A class system breeding inequality
Education, Education, Education?
Needing a dose of political honesty
So this is Great Britain
Still the mother of the free?
The police, council, & MI5
Are watching you or watching me
Saturday Night Alright
Bacardi & Coke, Will that do you?
I’ll have a pint, and a chaser too
And I’ll drink to my health, What a wonderful thrill
I do need the loo, It’s just there to the right
There’s no loo roll in here, and I’ve had a shite
But I’ll drink to your health, What a wonderful thrill
The drinks starting to flow, Aunt Betty wants a pie
She’ll tell you of the places, and people that’s gone by
There’s the neds shaking hands, and the chavs are there too
Aunt Betty’s watching Who’s with who
The singer does try.. To put on a show
He’ll learn one day To grab the cash and go
And I drink to our health What a blunderful world
Standing outside while I’m smoking my fag
There’s young Gale from No. 22, and her red handbag
And I drink to her health what a cute little bum
The mothers and the daughters, spewing up in the street
A group of young lads looking for something to eat
And I drink to my health What a blunderful world
Saturday night’s nearly over, start heading for home
Two young lads shout and swear into their mobile phone
And I drink to their health what a silly old world
The taxi queue is too long, I think that we’ll just walk
I hear police sirens in the distance it’s no longer a shock
And I think to myself Is this a beautiful world?
I’m Boring You
I’m here in my own front room
Speaking to the Prophet of Doom
Will the price of oil fall?
Why are we here at all?
I’m boring you
I’m boring you
Sometime my mind gets lost
How much will all this cost
Can’t get my brain engaged
It can make me so enraged
I’m boring you
I’m boring you
Yet in my mind, I’ve to make a decision
I better get deep into constructive revision
But I haven’t got a clue
Now I don’t know what to do
Life feels like it’s ebbing away
I feel like I’m going astray
I’m boring you
I’m boring you
I can’t remember all the good stuff
When will we know if we’ve got enough?
Can you reform me in here?
Is this the right blogosphere?
I’m boring you
I’m boring you
You may not like me, but I don’t care
You may not see me, I’m everywhere
You may not hear me, but don’t despair
You may not want me, I’ll still be there
I’m here for you
I’m hear for you
Bob & George
This is a story about a friend of mine ( that’ll be Bob then) who decided not to hide his sexuality anymore. I did not know that he was in fact gay, it never really came up in conversation, Herself knew, or so she said, but it didn’t matter to me what Bob was, because Bob is my friend. So Bob came out, and told his family that he was a homosexual/gay. His family didn’t take the news too well, nor did some of his friends, but to me, Bob was still Bob, he was still my friend, and we had new names for each other, a bit of fun.
Now Bob moved in with another man ( I’m assuming that this other man is also gay, I don’t really know George, Oh and Bob & George are not their real names) and his family have shunned him for it, they don’t want to know him anymore, which is a shame, because Bob is still their son, Bob is still a brother to his sisters, but they won’t speak to him anymore, which is really hurting Bob, I could see it in his face, because he used to be very close to his sisters children, and loved taking them to the park, & baby-sitting for them, but he can no longer see them, and it is breaking his heart.
Last week, Bob told me that he had a communication from his sister, and she said that if he left the island, for good, the family would pay for him and George to go wherever he wanted, and she also added that if he took up this offer, she would maybe think about letting Bob see the kids again.
I don’t understand all this, why are they doing this? What century are these people living in? What crime has Bob committed? It is unbelievable, in my opinion, that anyone could do that in this day and age. I thought all that homophobia stuff was in the past, but I was wrong again.
I did think to myself ” What would I do if my son declared that he was Gay?” I wouldn’t do anything, because he is still my son, still my Boy, and I’d still love him the exact same way as I do now. Am I wrong? If someone close to you declares that for example, they wanted a sex-change operation, would you help them, be there for them, discuss the situation with them, or banish them for ever? I know what I would do. Cheers….
PS Good Luck Bob with whatever you decide to do…
Don’t Forget Me
I’ll maybe see you sometime, downtown
You know that I’d never tie you down
Look after yourself, please take good care
I wish that we had more time to spare
I knew that one day soon, you’d make it
I knew that I could never fake it
Don’t forget me, when you give your speech
Don’t forget me, when the top you reach
Don’t forget me, as you climb higher
Don’t forget me, as one to admire
Don’t forget me, as you make your way
Don’t forget me, as your sunny day
Don’t forget me, that when you were down
Don’t forget me, when I was your clown
Don’t forget me, when you have a bath
Don’t forget me, as I made you laugh
Don’t forget me, in your new life trend
Don’t forget me, cause I’m your best friend
Don’t forget me, when you need some cheer
Don’t forget me, I shall still be here
Don’t forget me, like you’ve done before
Don’t forget me, now you’ve closed the door
The End…
A Short One.
Blogging is quite a new thing
But how long will it last
We can’t predict the future
And we can’t undo the past
Is blogging an addiction
Not like drugs, or sniffing glue
If there was no more blogging
Tell me what would we all do
Blogging can’t bring peace on Earth
Or feed the starving masses
As I look all around me
I can not find my glasses
Blogging can be really fun
But you need to beware of the cat
I know it’s unusual, it’s not a dog
This pussy, you can’t stroke or pat
All We Want Is PEACE!!
Peace, Peace, Please,
Please, Peace, Please,
There’s something we should do
That’s not been done
Something we can win
That’s not been won
Something we can SHOUT OUT
To end all their brutal war games
We Want Peace
Case for war was fake,
Don’t let it fade
More lives can be saved
Gotta be brave
Something we can shout out,
We want peace, and we want it right now
Talking’s Free
All we want is Peace
All we need is Peace
All we asking’s Peace, Please
Peace is all we want
All we crave is Peace
All we miss is Peace
All we lack is Peace
Peace is all we want
Something we can ask,
Before it’s blown
Something we can grow
Before it’s grown
Small green shoots of Peace
To educate next infancy
Believe me
All we want is Peace
All we crave is Peace
All we wish is Peace, please
Peace is all we ask
It’s not a big task
Believe me
It’s easy.
All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,
All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.
Peace is all we want,
Peace is all we want
Peace is all we need,
Peace is all we need………………
Fuel Your Brain, Not Your Car.
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