And so its with great pleasure that I announce my return to Buzznet, and i realize that not many people will read this, but it made me happy to write it. However this return to Buzznet will not be the same as it once was, I will be focusing on uploading photo's of gigs I have been to, outings with friends, and just random scenary, rather than using it too meet people, it seems too many of these sites are just becoming a popularity game, thats boring, lets appreciate some of the great artists out there =)

its www.myspace.com/4yearsearly .... and it has a banner, so all you nice people can put it on your myspace's if you like ;)

the quality of recording is pretty shameful, however ... thts gna be fixed when my associate *cough* Mr Max Smith *cough* can pay off his drug debts and buy the freaking synth ... as you can see he's an adorable person .. but yeah will have good recordings within the next few weeks/months

so add add add, spread the word ... or just fall asleep and dream of some unlawful and X rated fantasy .. alls good

4YearsEarly

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I feel like too many bands are talking about experiences they have never gone through, loosing a parent, split up families, drugs, love, adictions .... they talk as if they have gone through these things, and yes some may have, but the majority come from middle class families who never faced great difficulties and are far too young to have experieced real love.

And yet the lyrics I posted above transcend that barrier, the writer is not trying to pretend that she knows what its like to ... i dont know ..... have a sex change :s .... she is just stating a fact that many people seem to miss... that life is full of contradictions, what some people love, appreiciate, worship, other people hate, repudiate, reject.

A clear example of this is religion, some believe it their salvation, others think its worlds destruction, however it is only when people try and enforce their beliefs on others that a problem is caused, im not talking about informing others about your beliefs, be they about religion, the musical genre or the war on iraq, im talking about wanting to MAKE other people change their views in order to start believing in your ideals.

Unfortunately people will always find ugly meaning in the things we find beautifull ..... but next that that happens, stop...... and think..... dont you find ugly meanings in the things that they find beautifull. So let people do what they want, do what you want and live life by your own values and not those imposed by governments, media or figure head icons.

By the way the lyrics are of the song The Artist - Hush Sound, can be heard on my page :)

Sex, Drugs and Hippies to all off you

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So as a young and clever *cough cough* boy, i have uploaded it onto youtube, here's the url

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4MqiU4ZZC4

Would appreciate upbuilding criticsm, acutally just say whatever the hell you want, its all good.

Lots of hugs, kisses and backrubs to all my friends on buzznet.

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x. mucho love

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plz leave ur comments ....and i apolagise for the volume of my voice, will try and improve on next videos x.

Ive gone through a stage of trying to be strong, and im tired, i no longer want to be seen as "cool" or as part of a cliche in society, i have felt like an outsider for way too long, ive always tried to go against the current, but what if its the current thats going the wrong way, if your emo all the chavs laugh at you, if your a chav all the emo's laugh, so at the end of the day both "scenes" are the same, following a crowd, does it really matter wether your punk, emo, goth, trendy, chav, metalhead, preppy etc, is there any difference, everyone thinks their being different, but in actual fact they are copying people who have been doing those things for hundreds of years.

What would truly be unique is being normal .... but that dosent even exist any more, you get labeld automatically, if i skateboard i get called a skater, but when i go surfng i get called a surfer, i like fall out boy and that makes me emo, but the "emo's" think that fall out boy is punk-pop ........ can you see why im tired?

I have been trying to find my true self for ages, trying to live the life other people will like, but what if i dont like that life, should i really be living it for others? Should you be pressured into getting a tattoo just to fit in, or should you dye your hair pink and get a mahawk just because you want to make a stand?

At the end of the day no one is shoked by those things any more, on the other hand, have you ever had a Jehovah's witness knock on your door? That shocks people ... why, because they see someone who dosent care what other people think, they do what they think is right even though the current is going the other way, i had someone tell me today that i was a jack ass for being a Jehovah's witness, they told me that i should do what i really want, that i should dye my hair pink, get a mahawk and play in my band .... this made me realise that ive been trying to do two things at once, trying to fit in with the people i "admire" and trying to do what i think is right.

Maybe i wont be able to stop that, however they say that the first step towards change is realisation .... and now ive realised, i want to become a better peron for the person i like, for the people i love, for the things i believe, so that when im on my death bed i can look back and be happy that i made the choices that I wanted to make, not the choices the current forced me to.

Thanks for reading.

Love you all to bits and will keep loving

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you watch them grow like reeds in a river,
spiritual or physical it makes no difference
but your pride in them makes you shiver
that seed has grown and now has power

but when that power is used to tear down
to gain more and leave the old behind
thats when your emotions play riot
the one you once loved you now could hate

their relection pains nearly as much as memories
their transgressions and remarks like a knot
those times you once enjoyed seem bitter
and those secrets once shared are trecherous

you fear the things you said
for they no longer are as treasures
they no longer hold value,
not sentimental or otherwise

those thoughts come back to haunt
how could you now be afraid of what you created
how could what you loved be so two faced
how could your brother turn away from you

but it has happend
it happens every day
those who you once loved
you no longer bear to hear