It’s been a strange couple of weeks. Nameless things are bubbling up beneath the surface and I’m feeling a mixture of enthusiasm and quiet rage which, I’m happy to say, is being channeled in positive ways. I’ve been getting rid of loads of stuff that just doesn’t or hasn’t served me at all and I’ve been dusting the flat down and doing loads of little jobs which I’ve been meaning to do for ages; cleaning and scrubbing the hardly used chip pan and finally washing the mildewed net curtains is a definite sign somethings afoot in Jimbob’s world. But it’s a good feeling when everything is getting cleaned up or cleared out, even though you’re meant to do these things in the Spring! I’m wondering if it’s all some kind of external reflection of my internal make-up at the moment. I just can’t be fucked with all kinds of things at present and the one song that is the soundtrack of this purging is Green Day’s Horseshoes and Handgrenades off their last, and damn fine, album 21st Century Breakdown (now there’s an apt title ;)).

So, if anyone wants to join me in a little prayer for rage, play this very loud and sing along (I’m not fucking around!).

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I’ve think we’ve got a bleeder right now

Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out
Well, you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down

Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

I’m gonna burn it all down
I’m gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy
To the ground now

So don’t you fuck me around
Because I’ll shoot you down
I’m gonna drink, fight and fuck
And I’m pushing my luck
All the time now

Maybe you’re the runner up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades

Demolition, self-destruction
Want to annihilate
This age-old contradiction

Demolition, self-destruction
Want to annihilate
This age-old contradiction

Demolition, self-destruction
Want to annihilate
This old age

I’m not fucking around
I think I’m coming out
Well, I’m a hater and a traitor
In a pair of Chuck Taylor’s right now

I’m not fucking around

G-L-O-R-I-A [x4]

God, I love that song. I feel better now 🙂

Btw, I’ve been listeneing to Enya alot at the mo as well. Such is the topsy turvy world I live in.

See ya,

Jimbob