The cab came!
A stack of stacks.
Good Luck - Reuben
Cause if you hurt me, I will hate you, It’s just as simple as that, it’s not mature, and it’s not progressive, that doesn’t alter the fact that if you hurt me I will hate you.
Thing I’m gonna miss most when I move to Hastings? My A0 Reuben poster from Download 2007 :(
oh
and my guitar amp.
guys everything on my clothing company’s shop is at reduced price so I can get new stuff in during the summer.
£8.99 a tee (with pretty good value worldwide postage)
http://www.spearheadapparel.bigcartel.com
Reblogs appreciated! (and purchases of course)
\m/
‘so one day somebody asks you how you feel and instead of telling the truth you reel off a list of things you think they want to hear because it’s easier that way and so they treat you like this completely different personbecause all they know about you is misinformation and you gradually detatch yourself from all your actions thinking: oh, i don’t know why i don’t mean what i say, i don’t know why i don’t feel what i say’
‘a long list of goals achieved and tall tales to tell my son, yeah that’s cool for 21, yeah that’s cool for anyone’
Right end of the Reuben spam.
My favorite song by them, and you won’t regret listening to it. The lyrics are perfect.
Jamie Lenman is surely the best lyricist that has ever lived.
At school the choices I made were rock and roll bands and getting good grades,
But brains and wearing all black,
to some of those guys,
it’s like a red flag,
the taste of anyone’s fist is not a good vibe,
or something I’ve missed.
I was intimidated, assaulted and for what?
I hope they choke.
Shrugged off the shit in my youth like growing up pains and losing a tooth,
But it’s not a matter of age.
They’re everywhere,
these people don’t change.
When I was in New York, a woman tried to start a fight with me because she thought I was Jewish,
and somehow it felt wrong to tell her the truth, that I wasn’t
I pray to God she chokes,
You’re going home in a fucking ambulance
I once saw a man with blood on his face from beating up black kids,
and I could hardly breathe
Your race, your faith, or just your clothes incite
They drink and they fight…
it’s not safe out tonight
your race, your faith, or just your clothes incite
They drink, and they fight
so don’t go out tonight, don’t!
If your mum and dad hit you as a child
I feel sad for you, but that’s no excuse for it
who said its o.k to behave in this way,
I cant help but feel it’s us…
For the sake of our own skin we walk away
and its like we all say “that’s alright” “its alright” “its alright”
I wish I had the guts to stand up for myself,
and for others as well,
against these fuckers
‘Where are your churches and your libraries? Where are your books and your memories? Oh, we burned it all.’
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