The guy from my blog's background and icon Richey Edwards is the guitarist and song writer from one of my favorite band the Manic Street Preachers.This band from Walse.They come from Blackwood .Richey's a very sad person.His lyrics always so beautiful but sad.He carving of the phrase "4 REAL" on his left arm with razorblade after Steve Lamacq a very famous dj ask if this band for real?He disapper from hotel on 1 Febuary 1995 the day before the Manics going to US tour with Oasis.He still missing.I believe he's still alive somewhere.I was very lucky that I met him in a person once at the autograph session in Bangkok on 21 April 1994 when the Manics playing 2 gigs here.(22-23 April 1994)It was the best concert ever.It's more than 10 years that he went missing but his parent still not pronouce his dead and the band still keep part of his money for him if he coming back.It's sad that we don't know what really happended to him.Doubts are crueler than the worst of truths.I still miss you Richey.I hope you are happy wherever you are.
From Despair To Where Author: Nicky Wire / Richey James I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where
Outside open-mouth crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where
A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where