06-21-2004, 01:29 PM
The smell of cigarettes & heroin sure the hell beats the wafting stench of stagnant, regurgitated, retro punk and surrogate Creed bands.
<marquee>We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.</marquee>