I was very stressed and wrote a song this afternoon - its called -

The Facebook Song

approximately to the tune of Plastic Jesus - which is
/ D - / G - / D - A - / 1st, 2nd / D A D - /
and then
/ D - - - / - - A - / D - / G - / D A D - /
for the chorus - for people who understand these things - ie/ not me


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally free -


        Ive had enough of Windows Vista
        my brain is fried and my fingers blister
        I just dont want to do this any more
        I dont want to be Online at all
        Wont be in if anyone calls
        They can can leave a message but Im walking out the door


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally free -


        I dont care what your favourite films are
        dont want want to Chat and I dont want to hear a
        bout Brad Pitt - the kids and Angelina Jolie
        Ill be happy to be your Friend
        but it was driving me round the bend
        Im out in the rain and youll have to come out to me


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        Im not gonna update my blog
        I am happy as a frog
        curled up here on a blanket under the stars
        the newsletter will have to wait
        cos Im the other side of a gate
        sitting on the grass with a sleeping bag under my RRs


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        My Space is a terrible mess
        advertising my general Hopelessness
        and my Bebo page is simply a disgrace
        Ive been falling out with people Ive never met
        I dont want to Work the Net
        and I dont care if you close the Book on my Face


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        Andria says it found her friend
        Me it just drives round the bend
        I suppose it depends what kind of brain youve got
        some people can clearly cope
        Me - Im at the end of rope
        and one ends fraying , the other is in a knot


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        it was driving me insane
        I kept forgetting my login name
        and couldnt remember who Id told I was what
        my eyes are crossing over and my legs wont unwind
        Im losing circulation and Im losing my mind
        and if I dont get out I may as well be shot


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        I used to have a lot of friends
        Now Im down to only ten
        and nine of them are trying to sell me things
        the other one is somebody I think I know
        he seems to post everywhere I go
        Ive a feeling that he may be stalking me


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free


        I want to out and talk to sheep
        dont want to hear another bleep
        and microsoft can stuff its updates up its rear
        their idea of Urgent isnt mine at all
        cos I can hear the foxes call
        and the competition isnt even near


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free -

         

        my printer doest work again
        the other one was just the same
        the one before was just as bleeding bad
        it says its blocked , I say its not
        must be by a microdot
        a hypochodriac is nothing on this pile of crap


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally free -


        I dont want cable and I dont want a rounter
        Im geting really stressed and I want to get outta
        here , and Im packing a blanket and a tent
        if the fella comes around for the Installation
        tell him that that I died or have gone to the station
        but whatever you do - dont tell him what way I went


        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation
        but I dont care because Im finally Free

         

        I dont want anything that needs the mains
        just want to slosh around in drains
        get myself all covered over with muck
        probably catch a terrible chill
        develop hepatitis and be violently ill
        but at the moment , I do not really care


        Ill be lying on a trolley
        delirious and talking to a fire extinguisher
        with a drip in my arm and Alan Titchmarsh's autobiography
        as soon as I get out again
        Ill be stomping in the rain
        getting soaking wet and talking to the nearest tree

         

        I dont care if its wet or raining
        you arent gonna hear me complaining
        stomping round the roads of Glastonbury
        its up the Tor and down the Levels
        the muddiest place in all of creation

        but I dont care because Im finally FREE -


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                 hope you liked it -

        ; )
                                marcellavee ( anita greg ) 28/01/09