“I only smoke weed when I need to,
And I need to get some some rest, where’s the cess?
I confess, I burned a hole in the mattress
Yes yes it was me, I plead guilty
And at the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potato inside, no lie, not even bread, jam
When the light above my head went bam!
I cant sleep something’s all over me
Greasy insomnia, Please release me and let me dream
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But there’s no relief
I’m wide awake in my kitchen
Its black and I’m lonely,
Oh if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I wanna get some sleep.
I can’t get no sleep.”
“Insomnia” – Faithless. For shame that no one guessed it.
I was at lunch today with some friends in the Riverside Cafe, and Steve Long came and joined us. After a short while, he said:
“I had a dream the other night that we did a rave style service one Sunday morning. I was at Fresh Wind at the end when you did that rave night. When you and Anthony were doing your stuff; people were totally worshipping, and fire tunnels and everything. We could totally do that on a Sunday morning.”
AMAAAAAAZING!
I have been praying… PRAYING that somehow this would happen. I had no idea how God could get things rolling to one day make it possible… And wham!
I’m stoked. So, I’m going to show him my Andy Hunter video, which I have to get back from Duncan Smith. Hopefully that will get things rolling even further.
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