Saturday, February 7, 2009
Shes got a smile
So something just popped into my head, a few days ago. A friend of mine asked me a question that i could not really give an answer to."Whats your favourite song?"
Though his was some Amazed thingy by Trademark, i honestly couldn't decide.Which was when i realised i don't have a favourite song.Different songs mean different things to me.Being one of those people who actually belives music can say the world, i honestly dubb it imposibble for me to just pick one favourite song of all time. So i instead came up with categories for the songs that i can't live without .
Song That Always Cheers Me Up:
Build Me Up Buttercup-The Temptations
Song That Always Makes Me Laugh:
One Week-Barenaked Ladies
Song That I Could Listen To Everyday Without Getting Tired Of:
Sweet Child O' Mine-GnR
Song That Makes Me Think I Can Do More:
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds-The Beatles
Song That I Find Has A Beautiful Melody:
Here Comes A Regular-Paul Westerberg & The Replacements
Song That I Find Has Beautiful Lyrics:
Follow You Into The Dark-Deathcab For Cutie
Song That I Think Was Redone Amazingly By Another Artist:
Stronger-Ben Deignan(cover)
Song That Makes Me Feel So Totally Badass >;D :
Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana
Song Thats Currently Stuck In My Head(subject to change once every 3 days):
August Is Over-We The Kings
SongS That Will Never,Ever,Ever,Ever Be Forgotten:
Hey Jude-The Beatles
Stairway To Heaven-Led Zeppelin
Thats all the categories i got.
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Keiths idea, typically.
~Z A H~
Signing off @ 11:36 PM
On this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Zameer Husref. Victorian.2I08.4I10.EX-NAPS. 6/2'06
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