sublive

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

In other news......
Evil is the new good



Help Settle a feud
Who is hotter?

Joan Jett

or
Crissy Hynde


i say Joan

And now for somthing completly different....

lets not go to Camelot, tis a silly place...