Guess I’ll Get Used to It
Doof, doof, doof, doof, doof… yikes ain’t they got a TV. It’s not like we live in an apartment building and all I can hear is the music from next door. Further it all seems to be music with no words and a whole lotta bass.
I don’t even know what these new people look like. Quite amazing how used to the quiet neighbourhood we have become. When David and I started going out, we lived on King Street in Newtown… it is THE main street in Newtown in Sydney and was very loud.
These days seems I’m a lighter sleeper.
Ah, sleeping! I’m fed up with parties and social events and crowd and drinks: my liver needs a rest
I agree with Roberta whole heartedly.
As for a doof doof remedy… Incessantly repeated sessions of guitar hero at high volume should get a point across.
I’m sure “I love Rock n Roll”, “Smoke on the Water” and “I want to be Sedated” over and over and over, along with mis-strums will eventually aurally beat them into submission.