Sweet like nothing at all: You said new love grows on trees

Tuesday, September 5

You said new love grows on trees

A new blog for a new (school) year, filled to the brim with obscure musical references and pretty little HTML tricks. Spot them all and we will give you a cookie.

For the moment, we must go attack our kitchen sink with a plunger. The drain has been misbehaving.

More to come, our pretties.

Eli x3

PS - you should be listening to The Horrors and TV on the Radio.

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Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? We were shovelled up like muck, set the night on fire, wombles bleed truncheons and shields. You know I cherish you my love. But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town, caught round the houses with your trousers down; a headrush in the bush. Tell me what can you want now you've got it all. The whole scene is obscene, time will strip it away, a year and a day. And Bill Bones knows what I mean. He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up. It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood. It's all in my hands, and its all up the walls. Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down. Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down. I sighed and, sunken with pride, I passed myself down on my knees. There are fewer more distressing sights than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap. We'll die in the class we were born; that's a class of our own my love. Oh how I cherish you my love.