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My band played a show at the Zanzibar Club in Liverpool on the 9th April, and we recorded the entire thing from the mixing desk so the recordings are awesome quality. Check them out at http://kawada.dmusic.com in the "Live @ The Zanzibar" section. It will make you want to come and see us live Cheers guys

My place of work has a 5-a-side football team, and we're pretty good. It's coming up to the end of the financial year, we're getting a load of tax back, and we want to go on holiday. So we want to organise a small 5-a-side football tournament abroad. We're thinking somewhere like Spain, Italy, Switzerland, somewhere like that. Obviously, with us living in the UK, it's difficult to do because a) 5-a-side football is more of an underground thing, there's no proper league system or whatever, and we don't live there, so we have no idea what the set-up is or anything. So I'm looking for a few European pennites to have a poke round their respective countries, rustle some bushes, and find out whether it's feasible for us to organise such a tournament. It'd basically be us flying out somewhere, staying a few days, seeing the sights, and playing some 5-a-side football. If anyone's got any ideas or can put me in contact with someone who'd be interested, let me know. Either here or via PM. Cheers guys, Mike.

Thomas We took our cat to the vet today To die. "He's old," we said, "He's had a good run." We waited, quietly, With the occasional comment On the cuteness of a cat, Kitten, puppy or fluffy ball. such a long wait, long enough To inspire mother to enquire as to Our whereabouts in the scattered queue. Eventually, the vet opened a door, And called not our name, but our cat's. We were but escorts for this old soul. As we filed in to the sterile room, I noticed that the vet's nametag Was blank. I thought it quite fitting. Death has no name. We began with his age. "Seventeen." Apparently it was old for a cat, But it wasn't the oldest she'd seen. Like it was a competition. (There's a feline corpse lying somewhere With a rosette and a certificate, should it care). Our cat strolled arrogantly from its basket And paraded itself around the table before Its back legs gave way. He tried once more, Rearing up against the wall, And surveying the garden through the window, A lion from a sterile rock; Once more his legs gave way. "It's like he's drunk," I commented, To which death laughed and agreed. I don't think I broke a smile. We were left to discuss our options; To take him, living, and hope, Or to leave him, dead, and to simply remember. I decided that we could not handle Finding him lifeless in our own home, And preparations were made to take his life. it was at this point that my sister cried, And mother's voice shook slightly. I've always prided myself on being emotionally unaffected. The cat just looked the same. She took him out for anaesthetic, And brought him back, stuporous, So we could spend some time with him. Time spent as he fell asleep. After two minutes, I don't think he knew we were there. Mother was under the mistaken impression That he'd been given the fatal injection, And it was at this point she cried. My sister wondered why his legs twitched, And I explained that his muscles were relaxing, But he was still trying to move. I don't know if I was scientifically correct, But it seemed, right there, to be so cruel, To take his life while he helplessly fought The effects of anaesthesia. He lay, one hind leg stuck straight in the air, But with eyes wide open. Lion eyes. Faded. Once asleep, his front right leg was shaved, To make way for the injection. My sister asked if it was too late to go back. I explained that technically, it wasn't, But that there was a reason it had come this far. Death readied its needle and administered its dose. Mother cried. Sister cried. I watched, curious. The cat did not move. The vet confirmed the stilling of its heart, But the cat was still visibly breathing. "They do that sometimes," she explained. "He's still fighting," I said, under steady breath. They left us with his body for a couple more minutes. How nice of them. I suggested we leave. Mother asked me to pick up the basket, And something struck me. The basket was empty. It would be empty All the way home. Our cat was dead. I hesitated, before straightening my face, Gritting my teeth and carrying the empty basket Through to the reception. Here, I watched mother pay death for her services, And exited the building a few minutes before The others, to stand alone, And shed a tear.

A dead baby with a top hat. Everybody loves top hats.

This is a song I've been working on for a couple of days. Jass (Beautiful Nightmare) helped a bit with the lyrics. The song's kinda for her, too There is a recording of it available at http://drummondo.dmusic.com I'm quite proud of the recording because it's probably the best quality recording that I've done, so give it a listen and let me know what you think I took a few of the repeats out of the lyrics to make it easier to read. Wishing Away I see you, hazy, glowing, Sitting across from me, I reach out slowly, knowing This is make believe. I analyse the lines That run between the stone, I watch the skies for signs That I'm not on my own. Just wish your life away, Upon each fading star, Until they find a way, To fall where you are, Wait another day, Watching from afar, Wishing life away, Every single day. You find yourself repeating Everyday, the same old lines, "I need you so much closer," I just can't reply, I go about my day Just thinking of your face, I need you with me, but You're in a different place. Just wish your life away, Upon each fading star, Until they find a way, To fall where you are, Wait another day, Watching from afar, Wishing life away, Every single day... I watch the skyline for a sign, Just waiting for the stars to shine, I'm feeling blinded all the time, Your skies are clouded, so are mine, Yeah, so are mine... Every single day.

So you mean something like this? One-Sided That kiss, The touch that found It's way into our night, Left one of us alone in thought, And love.

I love acrostic poems. Check out Jass's thread "Untitled!" here for some acrostic fun

Just imagine once, the perfect dreaM And you will find, inside it, you and I, Saying stuff without having to speaK, Speaking words without having to liE.

Jumbled lonely thoughts take flight As I think of your smile, Staying up to talk all night, Sneaking glances all the while. Each day I long to know you're there To talk to when I feel alone, To giggle with your flicked out hair, Even giggling when we're on the phone. Grr.. >: )

This is pretty good as far as songwriting goes. Don't be ashamed of writing, it's all perception anyway. Do you have music for it? If you do, I want to hear it. If you don't, I want to help >: )

I wrote these lyrics a while ago and I've been looking at them for ages thinking hmm... I really ought to do something with them. So I made them into a song. There's a recording to be found on my DMUSIC SITE Always The Way There's a sign on the old local inn That used to sway in the wind, But it's still from age and decay; I guess that's always the way. Miracles stuck on repeat - There's a church on every street, But no-one believes these days; I guess that's always the way. Each day can't wait to begin, You have to be out to come in, But excuse me if I lack a willful smile, Cos each day I look to the past, Watch cigarettes moulded from ash, But reverse never works, and smoking was never in style. We're run by the young and the old, But nobody does as they're told, And no-one can handle the change; I guess that's always the way. They say we've got nothing to lose; If that's the case, why do we choose? They've always got something to say, I guess that's always the way, And each day can't wait to begin, You have to be out to come in, But excuse me if I lack a willful smile, Cos each day I look to the past, Watch photographs move in a flash, But still-life's just a memory in denial. I try to forget what I've seen, But I just can't live in between, And there's no more reason to stay...

Jass, You are the stars. The stars that light the sky. The stars that I can't see at night. My curtains are drawn to block out the light. The stars that tell me what to write. The stars that fall, that people wish upon, that we long to reach. We always fall so short. You are the stars to which I feel so close, but from which I am so far. Even when the stars fade, I know they're still there. They're just a night time away. You say you're falling for me. I always did wish on falling stars. With love, Mike.

So it's Christmas in just under two months, and I thought it was time something was said about it. The lights have started going up around Liverpool City Centre so it's not too early I wrote a song last Christmas and I just recorded a full version of it today. I thought you all might like to hear it, maybe get you all in the Christmas mood It's called I Don't Want This Christmas and it can be streamed and/or downloaded at http://drummondo.dmusic.com Oh, and it's dedicated to Jass. I Don't Want This Christmas @ http://drummondo.dmusic.com

They say it's like trampolining with a really low ceiling; PG-13 meaning restricted screening, But being restricted feeling.

A collaboration with Beautiful Nightmare, inspired by the good people of IRC. Interrupting the voiceless With our obscene PG-13 scenes; Emotion is PG-13. Leave yours at the door If you want to "fit in" more for sure - Welcome to 1984. Try this; while it's quiet, Riot. Invading idle silence With our childish acts of so-called violence Fun's no longer suitable - Keep out of reach of children, Building cells and filling them with millions; Just numbless souls who are unclear About the real year. Wings descending like angels or locusts, Lights falling like stars or shells, Shivers of delight, frost or fear; Everything is perception. How far do you want to take it?