The joy of music...

Every now and then when one lives the dream, the 'real world' pops up, bursts your bubble and gives you a repetitive and unoriginal kick up the arse.

Commercial fucking radio.

"So tell me why-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yy-y-y-y-y-y-yy-y
should i let you go

give me 20 good reasons

i need to know"

20 good reasons? I don't think there were even 20 good reasons for the d-day landings at Normandy but they still went ahead. who the fuck would give someone 20 reasons when leaving them?

I'll give you one good reason why-y-y-y-y-y, it really should suffice

you're a whining cheese dick who writes shit music.