Tänkte bara dela med mig av den här låten som skrivits, komponerats och framförts av Jolyon Cunningham, som några av er kanske sett i BDD-dokumentären "Too ugly for love."
http://www.youtube.com/user/lampoonland#p/a/u/1/whI56gpwiyo"Nervous; it's a weakness
A twitching play on my self doubt
It's not worthwile to remind me that
I've no place in a faceless crowd
Last train to oblivion, race you
London lights blink ahead in chains
I'm so purile when I call you later
To read someone elses lines
Tearing up photographs you loved
To me they're just stains from a past
Left me no place in your black heart
Words with the depth of a cheap cable talent show
In spite of myself I'll break down and make a scene
Nerves that are consuming me, nerves that sap my energy
I couldn't stand it, I couldn't get my self across
And it's futile, your cliched sentiments, forced smiles
I'll contain myself on the grounds
There's not a saviour who can save my soul
Not a saint on the ropes who can take all your low blows and I
was immune before, he lay in your bed
Now it hurts like an open sore
Inspite of myself, I'll break down and cause a scene
You took my dignity
You took my worth from me
I'll make this fiction like your name."
