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Tuesday, October 21, 2008, 3:38 AM

I'm on the highway to hell

Trust me when i say that song was one of the songs that kept me through hell and back.
Beautiful lyrics:

No stop signs, speed limit
No body's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
No body's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell

Yes, on the journey to hell I pictured, put together and even attended a rock show in my illusions. The electrifying guitars, the rugged-looking drummer, the screaming crowd, the bombshell groupies, and finally a bare bodied lead singer. Through the pain and the vain, I attended a rock concert for myself. Heavy but yet comforting music that was just distracting me from reality.

It's been a week or so now and i think it's time to stop junking out on junk food. Enough is enough and macs isn't going to cut it! Enough of idly staring out into air with blank spaces in my mind. Time to get off my arse and do some kick boxing. I meant it literally, not in actually fact boxing. Just as i was passing time and waiting to watch f.r.i.e.n.d.s, Psychosocial by slipknot was on the telly. Stereotypical as this sounds, I like it so maybe you should too. Really seem to have a liking for this song after hearing it time and time again.
favourite lines:

And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.

The Academy Is...
Summer Hair = Forever Young

The hardest part is leaving
Don't you wonder why...
Suddenly, we're all running out of time.

You've got a beautiful song there, you'll never know it could be on the radio one day.
I'm glad to have been somewhat part of it.
I think.
yeah.

But baby, where they knock you down and out

Is where you oughta stay

Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Tuesday, October 21, 2008, 3:38 AM I'm on the highway to hell Trust me when i say that song was one of the songs that kept me through hell and back. Beautiful lyrics: No stop signs, speed limit No body's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it No body's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma, look at me I'm on my way to the promised land I'm on the highway to hell Yes, on the journey to hell I pictured, put together and even attended a rock show in my illusions. The electrifying guitars, the rugged-looking drummer, the screaming crowd, the bombshell groupies, and finally a bare bodied lead singer. Through the pain and the vain, I attended a rock concert for myself. Heavy but yet comforting music that was just distracting me from reality. It's been a week or so now and i think it's time to stop junking out on junk food. Enough is enough and macs isn't going to cut it! Enough of idly staring out into air with blank spaces in my mind. Time to get off my arse and do some kick boxing. I meant it literally, not in actually fact boxing. Just as i was passing time and waiting to watch f.r.i.e.n.d.s, Psychosocial by slipknot was on the telly. Stereotypical as this sounds, I like it so maybe you should too. Really seem to have a liking for this song after hearing it time and time again. favourite lines: And the rain will kill us all. We Throw ourselves against the wall. The Academy Is... Summer Hair = Forever Young The hardest part is leaving Don't you wonder why... Suddenly, we're all running out of time. You've got a beautiful song there, you'll never know it could be on the radio one day. I'm glad to have been somewhat part of it. I think. yeah.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay