AIBU to feel the monotony of the tower block and I'm not so manic now

[mailfuckoff]

After all modern life is rubbish, we are all common people and you just need to roll with it?

When you're laying in bed at night
Watching 'roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it

Everyone needs a bosom for a pillow.

There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
Stripped floorboards in the kitchen and the hall
A stain from last week's party on the stairs
No one knows who made it or how it ever got there
They were dancing with children round their legs
Talking business, books and records, art and sex
All things being considered you'd call it a success
You wore your black dress...
He's an architect and such a lovely guy
And he'll stay with you until the day you die
And he'll give you everything you could desire
Oh well almost everything - everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
Hear the old women rolling trolleys down the road
Back to Lyndhurst Grove....

We all know you're soft cos we've all seen you dancing, we all know you're hard cos we've all seen you drinking from noon until noon again

Is there someone else or am I too familiar?
Was it when I said I wanted to have children?
Tore up all your photos didn't feel too clever
Spent the whole of Sunday sticking you together

Made a note to leave you alone...I'm too drunk to read aren't I?

He talks in math, he buzzes like a fridge.

Now I'd like to call you. But I fee too awkward

Sweet! Lucky you! I loved the blue tones! First saw them at t in the park (think it was 95 ) when I was a young 14 year old. Don't think I can still fit into any of my old britpop t shirts now lol

mammy their merchandise has moved into teatowels now, they know their market! 😉

That's hilarious!!!

Would you like some sweets Billy?

If I hadn't seen such riches I could live with being poor

Ps loving the pulp quotes - totally my absolute all time faves

I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustman.

PARKLIFE!

But she only comes when she's on top

I'd like to leave the country, for a month of Sundays, burn the town where I was born.

Love how I'm singing every post.
The nineties makes me so happy.

Slowly your beauty is eaten away by the scent of someone else, in the blanket where we lay

Life is a cigarette.... you smoke to the end

It may look to the untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day, I'm biding time until I take you on.

JeanSeberg also YESSSS to st swithins day.

You know what? Started reading this thread. Went off to find Dubstar on spotify. Listened to St Swithins. Though God, this is brilliant, sounds very much like Billy Bragg.
Came back, saw your post, felt a bit !dohhhhhhhhh! never twigged was an ACTUAL billy bragg song

Roll on, roll off. You can cum next time.

Make a cup of tea, put a record on

She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
Pornographic and tragic in black and white
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour
I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching been dying for hours and hours