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WTDK and BuzzBomb at Firkins, Falkirk, 23/6/05
Published by james666
25th June 2005 |
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By
Dave(crashdown)
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25th June 2005, 02:29 PM
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WTDK are awesome and playing with Crashdown and One Man Race at the westport bar this monday (27th)
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By
fightfightfight
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17th July 2005, 09:19 PM
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firkins is my local, fuck aye!
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By
SLKguitarist
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26th July 2005, 01:24 AM
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if your from the central area go to www.centralcene.co.uk ( go and have a look even if you arent from the central area!) yeah firkins is a fun place, isnt the best place for bands though
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By
metalsuede
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29th July 2006, 08:53 PM
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At Last, The Truth
You should avoid this place, because some very unsavoury characters drink there. One in particular, David Gillespie, AKA Dave the Poet is a real nasty piece of work. In addition to being a pathological liar and a cheat, he is also an alcoholic. Hense he spends most of his time propping up the bar in here, drinking his body weight in any booze he can get his hands on, like Falkirk's answer to Oliver Reed. Only fatter. And minus the talent.
At Last – The Truth My name is Dave Gillespie I like to tell a lie And all my bullshit stories Are pie in the sky Don’t ask me why I tell them I really don’t know why And if I gave a reason It would surely be a lie Attention-seeking drama queen I like to treat women like absolute dirt I made a pass at my best friend’s girl Scumbags? I am the worst! Alcoholism is lots of fun I drink beer at eleven AM I lie to my family, I lie to women I even lie to my friends I like to cheat on women I’m as filthy as a bog I’ve been around the block more times Than a tramp’s flea-ridden dog And if I give jewels and trinkets to you I’ll tell you they’re diamonds through and through But they’re actually cubic, dirty and cheap Which the pawnbroker laughed at – (read it and weep) I have illnesses which no-one can name (I can’t even name them myself) A pathetic bid for attention Another lie which I’ve freely dealt If you think I’m a student then ask to see The little card called my ‘student ID’ Alas, I don’t have one, I never did Another lie from poisonous lips I poison everything I touch Everyone leaves me eventually I’ve a string of exes who hate my guts I’m a lying bastard – it’s plain to see! I’m a sad, self-pitying fool Who likes to feel sorry for number one I’ve been beaten silly by lots of folks I’m the biggest liar under the sun I’m a scrounging pig, I steal CDs and rings Which do not belong to me I get girlfriends to buy me thousands of drinks Until I’m more drunk than Oliver Reed I cheat on this one, I cheat on that one I can’t keep it in my pants But I claim to be a puritan saint I know nothing about romance Romance to me is to sit in the pub And drink until my shit is blue And in the morning I like to think Of lots more ways to lie to you I like to quote philosophers Although I’m as thick as two short planks I mock the way my girlfriends look (Although I’ve an arse like a German tank) I make my way around all the girls Who drink in Firkins pub Twenty lies here, forty lies there Sleazy hands on shoulders rub I also have a motorbike Which no-ones ever seen Study philosophy at Uni (Although I’ve never been) “I’m a qualified sniper A martial arts expert too” I’d like to be a tortured genius But my brain cells are too few I profess to be a poet But my poetry is piss And anything I try to write Won’t be as good as this I’m not a poet, I never was I lied about that as well The only thing left for me to do Is to rot in the flames of hell If you’re smart, you’ll run, run like the wind Before I mistreat you too And if there is justice in this world I’ll get exactly what I’m due Every story has a moral And this is the moral of mine If you want to be respected Don’t be a lying swine |