Curlyt’s Blog

Best thing since sliced bread?

Possibily the best thing since sliced bread?
I’m going to be honest now, they never used to be big on me; what i mean is the first album only had 2 songs i particulary bothered with these been Club Foot and LSF; obvious choices. Then came the second album with once again, only  having a few songs i only paid attention to; but a very good friend of mine and former bandmate listened to Kasabian alot and introduced me to the new single Fire. It blew my fucking mind away. Literally.
Now a whole new world has opened up after hearing the full new album and listening to it on repeat constantly, the likes of  ‘Vlad the Impaler’, ‘Underdog’ and ‘Ladies and Gentlemen (Roll the Dice)’ are a totally new world to me, showing a new -psychedelic almost- way of music to me. This then hooked me back to the older material like ‘Cutt Off ‘, ‘U-Boat’ and ‘Reason Is Treason’.

Finally I spent £27 on a ticket to see them at Bridlington Spa, I was very aprehensive about this, wondering if it was a waste of money. I was in absolute awe of Tom Meighan and co. as they ripped through a dazzling setlist, I would advise absolutely everyone to see them, they have to be the best live act i have ever seen. From lighting effects to the utter brutality the music was played with had a crowd going wild and sent home some very happy fans. Credit to Kasabian, they are amazing live, and with the new album out which seems pretty untouchable so far, 2009 must surely be there’s for the taking?

About 10 minutes ago, i saw a picture that kicked me so hard in the balls, and ripped the heart out of me. I won’t describe what i saw, because it’s unfair, but this made me so angry. I would quite happily do anything to get to him, revenge is bad i know, but maybe this time it’s justifiable; it will kick me back into the bad old days. Just as i thought it was getting better, thank god for the angry Franz Ferdinand songs; i think i have realised what a cunt i was ending things when i thought i’d found better, nothing can beat her. Love hurts. Big time.

The Lonely Cobbled Path

As you walk up that lonely cobbled path
I can remember thinking as I stood behind you
What a lucky boy a must’ve been, before the aftermath
And it kills me not to hear from you my love
My worry just grows day after day, night after night
After all, all i promise to you, I would never give up the fight

I try and try
But you always defy
I will write to you, maybe even a song
All you ever seem to do, is tell me I must be wrong
And it kills me love, honest it does

Your skipping down the M18
Cutting off at precisely 4:14
To turn around and ask me
What the fuck am I doing here
Shouldn’t I be down at the pub with the lads
Drinking a beer
You know, like I used to say
What a git I must’ve made of myself day after day

And it kills me gorgeous
I kid you not
You don’t give a shit about me however, you’d rather just see me rot
You tell me I’m a mate
Don’t deny fate
But cautiously make sure I know, it will never be more than that

Reading through the past
Text after text
Message after message
It makes me feel worse
It reminded of the good days
Then everything was nice days
Nothing seemed bad them days
But now all I live in is the sad days

Oh how it kills me
When I realise
That we are no longer called a ‘we’
Oh I would give my life to bring back days
When we would be together
Happy forever, happy alone

I wish to present you all with my top 10 tracks by the Kings:

1-On Call
2-Four Kicks
3-Charmer
4-Ragoo
5-California Waiting
6-Knocked Up
7-The Bucket
8-Velvet Snow
9-King of the Rodeo
10-Spiral Staircase

Make comments, debate, latersss…:)

And so i sit here on a pleasant Monday evening, bashing away at the keyboard having sat through a gruelling 5 hour long art exam and then a further 4 hours of graphics; pondering about the how hope never seems to work. Hope, this seems to me to be just an excuse for wanting impossible things that you, yourselves, know full well will never happen; for example, i hope one day that i will be a spaceman and float around in a grotty shuttle eating space krispies, never happen though will it…

Then comes fate, this being a more resonable suggestion than hope. Fate seems to have a meaning to me as fate tends to mould my future and maybe one day, fate will lead me to the love of my life. I like fate, it seems to be quite kind to me….

This leaves my favourite theory; luck. Luck is most relevant to me because i feel luck is relevant on everything and even inflicts it gnashing jaws upon the innocent looking fate. Luck can strike us at anytime, even if we dont notice, for example; it may be lucky that that particular song just came up on the radio because this influences me to write my song that becomes my debut single. You just never know with luck. You might glance at a girl in a club, 2 months later you see her again, 5 years down the line, and your married. Thats where it links with fate because it may have been your fate that you were to marry her.

Anyway, enough boring for today, i’ll write something intresting tomorrow;)

Please lovely
Get your hands off me
I said i wouldn’t feel like this, this time round
Im trying God, honest i am
But my love appears to be bound
Looks like i tripped, i fell, but first i stumbled
Cause my promise
Is all but crumbled..
My darling you say we know eachother well
But all your doing
Is making my heart…Swell

Your saying maybe this or maybe that
kiss me this way but don’t do that (Pause)
a maybe, means maybe
‘Cause the faster we go
the harder i grow

So you asked me how my love life is?
I tell you my love its hit the fucking door
S’alright for you though my friend, your love is a bit more
Than having sex with some middle-aged whore
You tell me you need me, Why don’t you fuck off

Your saying maybe this or maybe that
Touch me this way but don’t touch that (Pause)
A maybe, means maybe
‘Cause the more i talk
The faster you seem to walk

So if you want to know how my love is
Please don’t ask
‘Cause my love is with the whisky flask
But i tell you what we can take it slow
You know about being friends
It always ends in dead ends
But a maybe…
Means maybe

Ahh, the joys of the Sunday lie in, woken up at exactly 8:37 am to the thudding of the bass drum in the room next door; nope not my ideal lie in, doubt it would be yours either. Trudging down the stairs was a very clean looking teenager for once, due to the fact he had his ‘sheep’ slashed off on the Friday, (i will get to this point in due time my friends) whilst doing so i was pondering over what cereal we had and decided to opt for the brand new pack Wheeto’s. This got me thinking; if i was stood in the middle of a desert with a small house, guitar (of course), my ideal girl, my best friend and his girl, (cause he’d want her to be there) and a huge bowl of Wheeto’s; that would be my ideal representation of total happiness (i need to get out more i know). But i love the idea of being stood in a huge open space, with nothing going on around me and nobody to get me down, maybe i should be a cowboy, that’d be cool; anyway, quickly kicked back into reality and the fact i had an art GCSE exam tomorrow.

My Friday night was great, had great fun with my friends, but lost the heart and soul of my nickname and major ragging points, i had all my hair before, and now there’s nothing, however i am determined it will revive one day to strike down the evil razorblades. Saturday night-generally, you would have thought 16 year old, out on the piss up, nope not for me, all i did was sit inside and bore my self stupid watching superbad; someone save me until the summer! This evening however i intend to get a good nights kip, read some more, and chillax, since i do have an exam tomorrow and the pressure is killing me:|