About Weevil.

[Weevil]

So, here I am, in suburbia. You know, it's not as bad as I thought. I have a lawn finally, the ideas for my vegetable garden are running through my mind like, uh, running things and I've already been invited to two weekend barbecues.

can you tell my inner cool guy is weeping? Weeping like a little girl.

 

[lavender]

 

[tortoise]

"There's a beige minivan in the parking lot with its lights on."

 

[Andreina]

hey tortoise... meant to tell you... the deli store called asking where they can get some fresh tortoise fillets. gave them your addy - hope you don't mind.

Halo

 

[Weevil]

Howdy Weevil.

Livin it up in suburbia. I'm disappointed, so disappointed.

Gosh, that was a short couple of weeks.

Me too. But what are you going to do. It's a nice house though.

 

[Weevil]

"There's a beige minivan in the parking lot with its lights on."

I wish. There's a red SUV and my Electricar in the driveway.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

You married.

Next is the kids.

The inner cool guy will be buried soon.

 

[Ginny]

hey tortoise... meant to tell you... the deli store called asking where they can get some fresh tortoise fillets

mmmmmm fresh turtle meat....<licking lips>...

 

[Adoratrice]

WELCOME TO MY WORLD!!!



hey , I'm still a pretty cool chicka.....my 13yr old said so

 

[Laurel]

Same old boring Sunday morning old man's out washing the car,
Mum's in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts,
and Johnny's upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark,
Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar,

THIS IS THE SOUND,
This is the sound of the suburbs

Every lousy Monday morning Heathrow jets go crashing over our home,
10 o'clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won't leave me alone,
The woman next door just sits and stares outside,
She hasn't come out once ever since her husband died,

THIS IS THE SOUND,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs.

The youth club group used to want to be free, now they want anarchy,
They play too fast, Play out of tune,
Practice in the singer's bedroom,
The drum's quite good, the bass is too loud and I can't hear the words.

THIS IS THE SOUND,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs.

Every single Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out the centre of town,
Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around,
And Johnny upstairs at his window looking at the night,
Say what you listening to, there's nothing there -

THAT'S RIGHT! THIS IS THE SOUND,
This is the Sound of the Suburbs.