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"Six-Sixty-Seven?" 2004-04-04 - 2:09 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj so yeah, a lot more nothing I was going to hang out with my friends tonight [they actually called me!] but then I went and got all sick so I spent the night at home trying to avoid an argument with my parents stoopid crappy Crohn's Disease [no pun intended] so yeah: last night was my 666th entry I don't believe in the devil, much less worship him but that's worthy of my hillbilly laugh which I swear, someday I will find a way to post here anyway, I intended to post the lyrics to Six-Sixty-Six by Frank Black and the Catholics but I was all depressed last night, so... meh anyway, thanks to the three of you who replied to the "Super-Happy-Fun Contest" or whatever the hell I called it; I guess for now I'm going with tool-nin-fan's suggestion of "Sexcopter" just because I think it fits the absolutely substance-free feeling of the song I don't know I'll probably ask Ruben and Gabby when I actually let them hear the song but my suggestion will be "Sexcopter" so I guess that's all done ...I guess like I said, nothing else really happening practice tomorrow, where hopefully we'll get at least one more song completed "work" starts tuesday ...and ends saturday and then there's the three movies I want to go see and the Kill Bill Vol. 1 DVD and all kinds of crap that I will blow the small amount of money I'm going to make at Honeybaked Ham on because I am a master of thinking ahead Adios Amigos better late than never, I suppose: in the midst of the war he offered us peace he came like a lover from out of the east with the face of an angel, and the heart of a beast his intentions were six-sixty-six he walked up to the temples with gold in his hands and he bought off the priests and propositioned the land and the world was his harlot and laid in the sand while the band played six-sixty-six we served at his table and slept on the floor but he starved us and beat us and nailed us to the door well, I'm ready to die I can't take any more and I'm sick of his lies and his tricks he told us he loved us but that was a lie there was blood in his pockets and death in his eyes well, my number is up and I'm willing to die if the band will play six if the band will play six-sixty if the band will play six-sixty-six -Six-Sixty-Six Frank Black and The Catholics [although I think it's actually a cover] � � |