CHAPTER 1
The time on the clock now reads 3:33am. I finally gave up trying to get back to sleep after numerous failed attempts at allowing dear ol' Mr Sandman to lay me down to sleep. I haven't the faintest idea what woke me up but for the past few days I have been having trouble sleeping. This isn't a good thing, I know. I guess, I prolly know what it is that's bothering me but the strange thing is, this has never happened in the past. So, I'm not too sure if that's the cause. How odd...
That aside, here I am in front of my laptop typing away in my darkened room with Richard AShcroft playing on my iTunes, a glass of wine and my favourite companions - my cigarettes! Hah!
There always something about Richard Ashcroft's songs. I don't quite know what it is but the lyrics to his songs are just magnificent. I think he's just about the best songwriter around these days. How can you not agree with me?
The Verve's Urban Hymns album is a masterpiece and my fav song on that album is 'The Drugs Don't Work'. The meaning to behind this track is soooo deep. Makes you think... the next time you listen to it, listen to it really carefully.
Well, I'm gonna try to get some sleep now... hopefully the wine and Richard singing them lullabies will kick do the trick. So... Mr Sandman, I'm all set... sprinkle your magic sleeping dust and work your mojo on me. Transport me to your mystical Realm of Dreams...
