Fuck you both, sideways

No time, energy or desire to really say what's on my mind.

And far too much venom to spew in two directions.

So I'll leave it to a great wordsmith like David Ford.

If you wanna hear this one, go here and check out a great fan page by Wilka, click on the downloads, then the MP3's ... and you'll get a taste of the genius that is David.

Then buy his album.

It fucking rocks in ways that sad bastard Englishmen can only rock.

But since nobody ever listens to me (or asks my reasons for doing things ... instead they dig deep in their own fucked up world and make shit up and convince themselves, and others, that their word is the gospel and fuck up someone else's world for a week, over something that is easily answered with a phone call.) do what you want.

And if you're so vain and you probably think this song is about you, odds are you're both right. Fuck you very much.

Anyway ...

David Ford
"I Don't Care What You Call Me"

I never made time
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance
If we're honest

You were not the first
And I won't be the last
But if it makes it better
Well you can call me what you will

Get home late
No one's here
Pace around the house
And sit in my chair

And if you think of me
It doesn't mean a thing
So why don't you just tell me what you really think again?

I don't care what you call me
Oh I
I don't care what you call me
No I
I don't care what you call me
'Cos it won't hurt any more

I know I let you down
And Christ you let me know
Every time and time again

Just another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you will

Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me?
I haven't heard before

And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don't you just tell me what you really think again

I don't care what you call me
Oh I
I don't care what you call me
Oh I
I don't care what you call me
'Cos it won't hurt any more

Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me?
I haven't heard before

And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don't you just tell me what you really think again

Scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes I know

Shoot me on down
Don't you think this isn't killing me
So why don't you just tell me what you really think again

I don't care what you call me
Oh I
I don't care what you call me
No I
I don't care what you call me
'Cos it won't hurt any more