Little Old Phil
Hi, I'm Phil. Well I could be, so let's just say I am. As you may or may not know, I sing in Grinspoon, and I'm going to take you on a journey.
It's not to The Falls Festival.
And it's not to the Big Day Out either.
I am taking you on a journey to my nether regions... That is, my mind, right?
The other day, I was in a supermarket.
Getting groceries.
Because yes, Rockstars need groceries too.
Anyway, I was after some milk so I headed toward the back of the shop. I turned a corner and bumped straight into an old... well, friend.
He said 'Yo!'.
And so I said 'Excuse me?'
He repeated himself and I jumped back, startled.
Then he said "What's goin down witcha, ya still in tha same hood?'
I thought to myself, I was once in a band with this man.. what the fuck is going on?
So I promptly threw my can of tomato paste at him.
Then all his new friends walked around to face me from behind a shelf.
I should have run. I really should have.
My old 'mate' was a gangsta, and had moved along with the times. And I, I was still the little old rockstar, who still lived the same life.
I couldn't complain though, even though people bought him his milk, I still had to go and get mine myself...
**I'm sorry this doesn't make sense!!!***
Hi, I'm Phil. Well I could be, so let's just say I am. As you may or may not know, I sing in Grinspoon, and I'm going to take you on a journey.
It's not to The Falls Festival.
And it's not to the Big Day Out either.
I am taking you on a journey to my nether regions... That is, my mind, right?
The other day, I was in a supermarket.
Getting groceries.
Because yes, Rockstars need groceries too.
Anyway, I was after some milk so I headed toward the back of the shop. I turned a corner and bumped straight into an old... well, friend.
He said 'Yo!'.
And so I said 'Excuse me?'
He repeated himself and I jumped back, startled.
Then he said "What's goin down witcha, ya still in tha same hood?'
I thought to myself, I was once in a band with this man.. what the fuck is going on?
So I promptly threw my can of tomato paste at him.
Then all his new friends walked around to face me from behind a shelf.
I should have run. I really should have.
My old 'mate' was a gangsta, and had moved along with the times. And I, I was still the little old rockstar, who still lived the same life.
I couldn't complain though, even though people bought him his milk, I still had to go and get mine myself...
**I'm sorry this doesn't make sense!!!***