I remember reading some guy's blog, he was talking about searching for your postcode on google. He talked about all the interesting people who came up within spitting distance of his loft apartment in San Francisco.
I did a search on google recently, the number one search uncovered this piece of lyrical genius from one of my neighbours, I am afraid


You see us joking, you see us smiling,
you see us smoking tears of joy,
but aint there ever gonna be the perfect life.
We are lovers, we go out,
and we drink ourselves into the ground,
and yet we know it aint ever gonna let us go free.
You know i'm here, you know i'm there,
you know i'm every fucking where,
and tomorrow i'll be there still if you want.

Bridge

Cos when i bring myself to my knees,
and i'm so fucked up that i cannot breath,
and the twisted lives i once knew are gone.
You know its not my fault,
every single person has his part to play,
in life,
i'm not the only messed up soul.

Chorus

We are running, to stop the rythem.
We are prayin', that we'll have a meaning.
Cos when i come back inside, and when i rest on my peace,
i'll look at you,and i'll know my lifes been a feast,
with my D.E.G.R.E.E.


I did a search a few weeks back and discovered one of my neighbours plays a part in the
distortion project. That search result does not come up anymore, I was wondering did the guy see the search for his postcode appear in the logs and freak out. I have now linked from here, so go visit him, so he can trace the hits back to here and ease his fears about an internet stalker.