~~~The Realm of the Palace Princess~~~

About Me

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Iron Monkey
AFL Blog
*B.Weaver
Cry Like A Girl
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Cynical Optimist

What I'm Reading

Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

What I'm Listening To

John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Friday, February 21, 2003
(WHO R THE SEX PISTOLS?)
Yesterday's edition of the Herald Sun had a delightful interview with Avril Lavigne. It was the most atrocious thing I have ever seen ... the poor guy who had to conduct the phone interview would probably have endured less torture in a concentration camp. I think the headline summed it up nicely though "Rebel Without A Clue". Seriously, that chick is a fucking idiot ... anyway, I've taken the liberty of writing a few words on her behalf. C'mon .... someone has to do it, right?

Hi I’m Avril! I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m this badass sk8r chick and I’m real but not ordinary. It doesn’t matter that I’m illiterate, because now I’m rockin’ up MTV and slagging off welfare mothers. And I’m 17 too so that means I have vast life experience.

I hail from some shit hole in Ontario that had a population of a few yokels and some goats. It couldn’t contain the magnificence that is my star appeal, so I pissed off to the US. Oh.. and if you want to see stars, check out the crudely drawn pentagrams that are the wallpaper on my official site. This may prove what many have suspected: I am the work of Satan.

According to my official biography, I couldn’t sit still in school. My lack of education has clearly paid off and I’m happy to be a role model to all you underage kiddies. See when I was 16 I got to leave home to shack up with some record producer in Manhattan and “write” songs. Why would you bother learning to read, write or spell when you could be doing something like that?

And girls, if that doesn’t work, you could always put out for money. I know this chick called Christina who does that and eventually she got to sing a song with Ricky Martin.

I’m currently touring with my own “sk8er punk band of rocker boys” which means I have some session musicians I have asked to wear baggy pants.

I may or may not have a few issues about some chick I went to school with; because I am such a clever writer that my metaphors have no obvious holes in them. But remember now I’m rockin’ up MTV and I’m famous so that makes me a more worthwhile human being than anyone I went to school with. Did you catch that? I’M ROCKIN’ UP MTV. And MTV are whores for the name-dropping, so you can sleep soundly knowing they’re flogging the crap out of that video as we speak.

I also had this other hit song called “Complicated” which is all about how I hate fake people. I’m not a hypocrite at all.... just because I can’t ride a sk8 board and pretend I can to appeal to stupid teenagers doesn’t make me a hypocrite AT ALL ok?

So if you hate your school, your friends, your town and your family because they aren’t pandering to your little ego, just leave home. I’m such a good role model, and it worked for me. But don’t try to push in on my territory bitches, there can only be one sk8er girl. And I love being the center of pre-fabricated mass-marketed attention.
XXX

posted by The Princess 4:21 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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