3 definitions by Apostrophe Loon
"if you need me, i'm out on the parkway, patiently waiting for headlights dressed in a fashion that's suited to the inconsistencies of my mood... it's times like these when silence means everything, and no one is to know about this..."
by Apostrophe Loon June 7, 2004
Courses that all UK teenagers are required to complete. Can be in subjects of choice, though Maths, Science, English and a foreign language are compulsory.
Most 14-16 year olds will either disregard their educational obligations completely, or stress themselves out so much that they are incapable of enjoying the supposedly 'best years' of their lives.
I have the good fortune to be one of the blessed people who trudge along, painfully completing coursework and grudgingly sit mock exams - and still manage to have some sort of a life.
Most 14-16 year olds will either disregard their educational obligations completely, or stress themselves out so much that they are incapable of enjoying the supposedly 'best years' of their lives.
I have the good fortune to be one of the blessed people who trudge along, painfully completing coursework and grudgingly sit mock exams - and still manage to have some sort of a life.
"fuck! my GCSE'S are next month and I've spent most of my time flicking through NME and downloading porn!'
by Apostrophe Loon November 21, 2004
very good band. listening to them is an intense musical experience. yet, their lyrics alone read like surrealist poetry.
one of their latest:
There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of broken faces.
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.
There's a girl in a cage,
making love to a switchblade.
There's a man behind bars,
milking abandoned cars.
There's a priest in shackles,
building bombs out of bibles.
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of broken faces.
(come on, come on, come on!)
the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.
by Apostrophe Loon January 16, 2005