
or nothing I can say
Just what I want to anyway
And I don't care just what people may say
And if I, if I take a notion
the jump-off into the ocean
Ain't nobody's bizness if I do
And if I go to church on sunday
then cabaret all day monday
It ain't nobody's bizness if I do
if my baby ain't got no money
and I say take all of mine honey
Ain't nobody's bizness if I do
If I give my baby my last nickle, O
and it leaves me, leaves me in a pickle
it ain't nobody's bizness if I do
I'd rather from my baby to hit me
then to jump off and quit me
Ain't nobody's bizness if I do
Nobody's bizness if I do
Sam cooke, Portrait of a ledgend. com
* will try and put up an album a week starting now.
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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