Wayne Austen

Wayne Austen
....For it was he.

Saturday

Introduction and 'Dying'

Hello Love,
Welcome to the Wonderful World of Wayne.
I first began to channel him a few weeks back, after I'd eaten some dodgy mackerel and at first I thought it were my irritable bowel flaring up but no, it were Wayne, coming through to me from the other side. I don't talk proper like what he does but I will try my best to convey to you what he wants to say as and when I can, but you have to realise I am a busy woman, a wife and mother and a volunteer at the Cleethorpes Home for the Mentally Bewildered on a Tuesday, so am pretty pushed for time.
He is a great lover of music and it seems he were an acunp.....accummpl.....a very good organ player but he is getting a taste for the music of today which he says 'permeates through the ether'. So, he firstly wants me to share a nice little tune entitled "Dying" by some fella called Five For Fighting; nice voice just sounds like someone is squeezing his bits. Wayne says if he had been able to play this on the organ he would have played it for some chap called Fairweather....he says you'll know who that is.
That's enough for know, got to go. I've got a pasty in the oven.
Bye for now Love,
Edna. xx

Dying - Five For Fighting

I'm Dying,
Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying,
Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying,
Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying,
Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent.
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying,
Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying,
Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice song, I like '100 Years' by this atrist also.

B.

Nicholas said...

Hiya Love,

I've just found out how to do this now, so thanks very much for your words....although that word 'atrist' is a new one on me.

Love Edna.x

Anonymous said...

Edna dahling,

If you saw the thinga ma whats'it I use ta type wid you'd fergiv a typ-o now and den. Frankly it's of more use to poke da holes in da doughnuts.

B.