They call it manufactured pop, as if that were something to be ashamed of - but we are a manufacturing country. Down our conveyor belts come cars, and shoes, and biscuits, and guns, and pop bands. Useful things and
beautiful things. Things that make us go faster, and things that make us feel like we are going faster. Things that we love passionately for a day, and then throw away, and things that we love passionately for a day, and then
keep forever.
Being able to plan for and make our necessary things - instead of relying on accidents, or nature, to supply them - is one of the first signs that a society has achieved civilization. And what could be more necessary than pop?
What else should we aim to pump out in such greedy, thrilling, giddying amounts?
The factory is a democratic place. Sometimes, the people working on the floor come cruising in on a Monday morning, still wearing Saturday night’s make-up and Sunday morning’s smile, and say, “Sod this.” They pull off their
hair-nets, and jump on the conveyor belt themselves. They announce that they are pop stars, now. They make a band.
That’s allowed, in the factory, because we are a manufacturing country, and that means we are also allowed to manufacture ourselves. We are allowed to change our futures. We are Girls Aloud.
And in the band we manufacture, we don’t have to smile, if we don’t want to. We won’t have dance routines that ruin our hair. We don’t sing songs where we pretend that we’re scared, or that we can’t run in our heels, or that we
don’t know exactly what we want. We don’t need no beauty sleep. We think you’re off your head. We text as we eat. We flirt while we work. We flick our finger at the world below. If we’d know, or if we’d cared, we would have stood
around in the kitchen in our underwear.
When Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road in 1957, he said the people he loved the most were the Fabulous Yellow Roman Candles, who were mad to live, mad to talk, . We saw it on a t-shirt once. But anyone who was mad to
live wouldn’t want to be a Roman Candle. Roman Candles are the rubbish ones. They’re over in thirty seconds. They don’t even spin, or fly. If we were a firework, we’d be a limousine full of dynamite. And we’d put the fire out
with vodka. If we could be bothered.
If you know someone who sounds like us, we’ll give you a tenner. If you like someone better than us, frankly, we don’t care. We’re Girls Aloud. We’re Made In Britain.
Hi There My Darlings, How Is It going?, I Hope All Is Going Well For You, I Love, The Cover You Done For, 'I'll Stand By You', Awesome Job There, But My Favourite Song Has To Be, 'Something Kinda OOh', Magnificent Song, Love To You All Always , xxx
Oh god please pick me up and throw me from the sky, I just wanna sing this song till I die, I need to rest my mind, I can’t feel my heart, I can’t feel my head, I’m in love but it feels like death, So who will hold me tonight? I’m 25 and I’m still struggling in life,
When I lost my heart, That’s when I became famous, I feel the world hard as an anus, I killed another man today, So I blamed the devil in my brain, If I run will you still come? I’m in search of a place where flags don’t wave, Sometimes I feel like a was born in a cage, My bad memories just won’t go away,
I’m stay force, But I still see the devils putting up my missing posters, My childhood didn’t mean much, Silent nightmares, Only the demons kept in touch, I don’t preach, I just say what I hear from the streets,
I feel blessed but I’m dying from stress, Can somebody please read my rights? As a kid I used to pray to Jesus, Now I’m in a dirty game, All I feel is pins and needles in my veins, I’m high all the time, I can’t remember when I felt my feet on the ground, I’m smoke, Till my lungs run out, If I could choose my life again, I’ll choose to be a gravestone, And kill all the pain in one go.
IM LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO RECORD WITH, IM NOT SAYING MY FIRST SINGLE BECUASE IT WILL BE OUR SONG, I JUST FINISHED WRITING THIS SONG CALLED( IM A GHOTTE SUCCESS ) THE LYRICS ARE OUT OF THIS WORLD, THIS SONG WILL PUT US BOTH ON THE MAP, AND WE WILL MAKE IT BIG TIME, I WROTE THE WORDS YOU WILL NEED TO SPIT IT, AND WE NEED A HOT BEAT, IF YOU HAVE THE TALENT 2 FLOW, I WILL LIKE TO HEAR FROM YOU,
AND THE BIBLE SAYS
THIS AINT MY WORDS BUT YOU CAN READ MY STUFF ON MY PAGE
And the Bible says Thou shalt not watch two lesbians in bed, Have homosexual sex Unless of course you were given the consent to join in Then of course, it's intercourse And it's bi-sexual sex Which isn't as bad, as long as you show some remorse for your actions Either before, during or after performing the act of that which Is normally referred to have such, more commonly known phrases That are more used by today's kids In a more derogatory way but Who's to say, what's fair to say, and what not to say? I gotta question if I may? Is it gay to play Putt-Putt golf with a friend And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? But, but! I ain't done yet In football the quarterback yells out hutt-hutt While he reaches in another grown man's ass Grabs on his nuts but just what if It was never meant it was just an accident But he tripped, fell, slipped and his penis went in His teeny tiny little round hiney but he didn't mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I don't mean to go in into any more details but What if he pictured it as a females butt? Is that gay? I just need to clear things up Till then I'll just walk around with a manly strut because.
FUCK RICK ROSS IM THE REAL BOSS, THE GAME AINT READY FOR MY NAME, I AINT A PRODUCER OR A RAPPER, I GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD CAME BACK FROM DEAD, IM JUST HUSTLING TO EAT SOME BREAD, IM ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS ALIVE, IF YOU DONT
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