There are rooted corpses in my garden Muurdered by a crushing hand Spinning through the Universe God might take a stand If only he were human
But he is made of magic stuff Tears and dreams and need to scheme In order to have odour less repugent, Community will safe-bank you In the name of the father
El Senor sailed from Spain To a world of torn-out hearts And gave them crosses and disease In the name of nothing short of greed And now here comes the IMF And Martin friedman's need
To bankrupt the soul of indiginous man.
please read "the shock doctrine" by Naomi Klein......there is a war going on and it is a war of greed started by the Chicago boys. The city with no heart.
My song "Sent from heaven above" is the first on my site. Have a look. I am also a painter as you can see me on this pic standing beside one of my paintings.
Christmas At The Zoo (The Flaming Lips cover) by the guitar plus me
from the Christmas mini album CHRISTMAS GIFT CHRISTMAS GRIFT (me against the world 01) 1. White Christmas 2. The Christmas Song 3. Christmas At The Zoo 4. Christmas Gift Christmas Grift 5. Aluminum Xmas Trees (acoustic) 6. Silent Night
John Gilbert is sitting at a bar in downtown L.A. It is the early morning in the late 30’s and he is very drunk. There is a couple in the corner by the door, ready for a quick escape to either’s apartment. They haven’t made up their mind which one yet. There is a private eye sitting on a bar stool near the toilets, he has a hat on which covers the eyes. “Give me another” The former star slurs and the barman looks to the dick, who nods and starts up a cigarette. The door opens and in walks Greta, she’s scarfed up but the bar senses the entrance of royalty and the couple stop necking. She hurries to Gilbert and whispers in his ear. “Come home” he looks up weakly and finishes his drink then quietly asks for another. The barman looks at the dick the dick looks at Greta and she shakes her head. The dick gets up and comes round to the side of Gilbert. “Come on fella, you have had enough, why don’t you go with the nice lady on home?” Gilbert sees the man for the first time properly and realises who he is. “How much is your retainer mister?” The Private eye looks across at Greta and shrugs. “Help me get him out of here.” She pleads. There is a struggle and Gilbert falls to the floor. Greta loses her scarf and the girl in the corner screams out “That’s Greta” she is childlike in her exclamation. They both come out from behind their table-booth and rush Greta the Dick isn’t sure whether to protect Greta or pick up Gilbert, who has passed out. Greta indicates her former lover needs his undivided attention. She can handle the two fans. They rush up to her and ask simple and silly questions that Greta hears ten times a day. “We’re your biggest fans.....you were great in Queen Cris
Yo wat it is...??? wats new? i know a lot of ppl goin thru some ups and downs right now so I hope life is treating you well. Shit its a struggle for many to make ends meet in this economy these days but if its worth anything i hope you making yours... but yea keep in touch i dont get to reply everyone on here because myspace has a limit of how many comments you can send or messages so if you want to keep in touch with ya boi you can always hit me on aim or yahoo instant messenger... sinceretheprince on either one... well keep in touch Sin
p.s. If you would like to see me live in concert please demand me to a city near you thanks for the support...
