Hannah. I Think She's A Bit Dead...

So, I went to the Kill Hannah gig at The Carling Academy in Birmingham yesterday, and in short it was epic. The coincidence that my friend that I used to go running with and that I love dearly (for a friend) was going really gave me some hype. Certainly more than the actual gig itself, because if you can find a better, more amazing and more beautiful thing than meeting up with old friends I'll give you my laptop. With three support acts and a lot of moshers, it was probably one of the best gigs I've been too, although the one band 'Gundogs' appeared to sell it more with sex than song. The band may as well have come out butt naked, and almost ironically, that is how it finished, with Matt, the lead singer of Kill Hannah in his boxers jumping up and down on the stage. But unlike many bloggers, I don't want to dwell on Matt and his orgasmic vocals. People talk about the highlight of the day, and for me that was just being there with friends I see regularly and haven't seen in what seems aeons. Oh, how much I missed them, but I will end unfortunately, because it was an absolutely amazing night on a a negative note. I ask you to keep in your head (or your prayers if you're religious. Personally, I am not.) the thoughts of one woman and child that were separated on the night, that they met again afterwards. But, overall, an epic, epic night.

Ben Morris, Signing off...


Kudos

“Look in the mirror,
Can you see what you've become?
I can't bear to look at you,
Even though you're my only son,
Lost from the path,
I've paved out for you,
Walk that path son,
And you aint got a clue...”

I've never belonged to a family,
Where everyone is better off than me,
I've always had one hell of a happy life,
And I assume the daisies I tread on are full of strife.

Kudos to those,
Who's lives have been constantly crap,
But haven't tried to hide in bubble wrap,
Kudos to those,
Who's avid complex lives,
Haven't been ended with tilted steak knifes,
Kudos to those,
Who've grown up through a horrid family,
That still think 'there are people worse than me',
Kudos to those,
Who haven't got enough,
But don't steal or plead or justify that stuff...

For the dead and buried,
And the lost and lonesome,
Another song about betrayal?
About death by oestrogen?
Not for those that hold this city high,
With expectations they can fulfil,
They can reach the sky,
They will climb the improbable hill.

You are the reason for belief in life,
You are the light that knocks the darkened plight,
You are the hope for a nation today,
You are the dream that will never go away.

Kudos to those,
Who's lives have been constantly crap,
But haven't tried to hide in bubble wrap,
Kudos to those,
Who's avid complex lives,
Haven't been ended with tilted steak knifes,
Kudos to those,
Who've grown up through a horrid family,
That still think there are people worse than me,
Kudos to those,
Who haven't got enough,
But don't steal or plead or justify that stuff...

Pave your own path son,
And by the time you're done,
You'll be smiling finally,
As the bombs drop silently,
In a house close to you...