Hello! This is the first of a collection of compleatly unrelated songfics.
This first one I wrot when I was really depressed (Why, I can't remember) and I've also done a piece of fan atr for thios song (When I get it up on DeviantArt I'll put a link somewhere).
I showed this to my friend DaTrickseyHobbit ad she said it's really sad, but you're entiteld to your own opinion.

I do NOT own the Boosh.
I also do NOT own Spit it out, that is owned by Chris corner (IAMX) I think...
(.com/watch?v=BPNmc71b7iE that's the link to the video, and yes that is Sue Denim)

Spit it out

The Velvet Onion, 9:01pm, Tuesday 21st May

And if you're hurting, I will replace the noise with silence instead, flushing out your head.

Vince is finally a rock and roll star. This is only his second gig and already he had a huge fan base.

If you like it violent, we can play rough and tumble, fall into bed, and I wont breathe so you can recover.

The Velvet Onion was full, I couldn't get in. Why would I want to get in anyway? Why am I even here? Vince doesn't need me, he never has.

When you're in pieces, Just follow the echo of my voice, it's okay, tune into that frequency.

I turned to walk away. The music was so loud, it's only a small club.

Don't fight your reflex,

Embrace the instinct, you can feel your way, through the bed, and we face in the end.

I know Vince is singing about me, he always did.

'Cause it breaks my heart, that we live this way. I know people need love, then people never play the game.

The music seemed to be following me down the street. According to Naboo, Vince wrote this song the day I left.

And we talk the talk, we communicate, and them people need love, 'cause those people never play the game.

I've only been gone a few weeks. Apparently Vince hasn't left his room - apart from for the two gigs - sine I left.

Pleasure for pleasure, It's ease is consequence enough for a fall, But I know you love to take the risk.

He started writing ages ago but after Terminal Margret failed he tried really hard but, no offence to Vince, his songs were pretty bad.

'You think you're giving but you're taking my life away' was the first line of the first song - first good song, I mean we all heard 'Monkey stole my face' - he wrote.

The past is weakness, Don't beg the question when the answer is war, There are moments when I'm overcome. 'Cause it breaks my heart.

I did this to him.

If we live this way.

Gave him fame.

I know people need love,

I left.

'Cause them people never play the game,

Broke his heart.

And we talk the talk,

He was happy.

We communicate,

I was happy.

And them people need love,

All because of a momentary lapse on the roof.

'Cause those people never play the game.

He loved me. He went on one date with that girl - Dee I think her name was - and came home hammered, it hadn't gone well.

And it breaks my heart

I loved him.

And it breaks my heart

I love him. I can't go back though, not after all this.

People need love…

So thats the end of my first songfic, please review.
I don't know how long it'll be untill the next one is up, I've been back at school one day and I've already got 4 pieces of homework :'(

Stay Mental,
The Crack Fox