I heard at Abby's you have a monkey. I wanna see it. 
“Good days, good years, good mates, good beer” said the man known as Steggs
Posted in Miscellaneous on November 19th, 2005It was all good. Music at Wala Wala’s was brilliant. Reggae songs…beautiful. I’m extremely happy that everybody met everybody and had a good time. I’m hyper and smiley. I can’t sit still and if I continue this entry I might not make it for JBBF’s party and Dubai might finish the samosas by the time I’m done.
PPG, I miss you way too much. I’ll just have to meet you in the bubble of dreams.
And I cannot get this song out of head!!!! So….sing with me people…Come on..I know you want too…
Under pressure, that burns a building down
Splits a family in two, puts people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming… let me out!
Pray tomorrow, takes me higher
Pressure on people, People on streets
Chipping around, kick my brains round the floor
These are the days, It never rains but it pours
People on streets, People on streets
It’s the terror of knowing, what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming… let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher, higher, higher
Pressure on people, People on streets
Turned away from it all, Like a blind man
Sat on a fence, but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love, But it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love?
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?
Cos’ love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you, to care for people on the edge of the night
And love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance, this is our last dance
This is ourselves, under pressure
Under pressure, pressure
-Under Pressure, Queen-
