Are you a fan of Kings Of Leon?Write a letter to Anthony Caleb Followill

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Dear Mr Anthony Followill,
best take a pinch of salt before reading this one :-)

Right well i'll start by saying i'm not really a fan ... thats funny because i got the ticket and the tshirt and the cd's in the car.

To be honest at the moment im more like a stars worst nightmare .... you would probably call me a stalker... how creepy ... or exciting depending on your frame of mind. Then again you don't know me, and by listening i don't think your really in the position to judge.

I don't really look you up to much or even look up to you really, but i write for you to see every so often just to let you know im still thinking of me.

I don't really like your attitude, infact i think it sucks but of course thats what i'm going to see sitting here by myself. (cue wicker chair)
No make up on whaff of BO in the air sitting in my own muck.
I can't stand to listen to the music you sing but it makes me want to move. (see now my knees are bouncing a little and my body and head are jiddering)
Perhaps thats why i put myself through this.
Because as much as i hate the way i think now, and i think an awful lot. I'de still never want to go back to the way it was before.

You know i picked up my guitar for you. i liked the bass, i picked it up, it felt natural. infact im sure i loved it ... but i had been listening to your voice and i genuinly felt sorry for you ... so i picked up my guitar for me and you, and i started my pity party for two.
sob sob sob BAM ! Like a brick to the face mechanical bull ... i was on holiday then ... if you could call it that.
I was digging myself a hole. Everyone thought me crazy but there was definitely some sense to my madness, or is it sadness i'm not sure i even know anymore.

so i deluded myself with that. It was new and i had been scrambling for a way to be heard by you. This didn;t make me scramble it unlocked new doors and shot me up to soar like an albatross ... like in poland... was there the other week.

I've always been one to lag behind and i whistle while i work.
That's a funny line because i have no pay cheque, you probably knew that already.
How could i afford to go out there when im practising and scribbling down lines running around my brain listening to myself ... i hadn't done that in a long while.

I used to spend my days sleeping and running through the night, chased down corridors and out into the midnight moonlight.

Hiding in bushes away from eyes, i wasn't afraid to speak but i don't think it wouldv've been helpful at that time for me or anyone to have had a piece of my mind. (cue notion) in the end i still think i was right. but it's gone on for so long and everyones caught up in their own madness i forgot to let them know that everyday when i look up to the sky i pray he wont take me for gold.

Because i'm not one to be wanted i can't stay in one place too long, i'm losing my mind. i wonder how long it will take this time for everyone to leave me behind.
In the case you don't notice me or do and don't care i'll use my own brain and crazyness to jump and push upto somewhere.

I hear things in music im sure not alot of people do.
i hear theres a story and in my mind its possible it could really be true,

I try not to think its all about you because i have no idea who wrote what, but you wanted to sing for a reason ... i'd swear i know the reason.
And it was so no one else would get shot. (take that however you will)
What if im wrong though..... I dont want to sing not my own song
, how could i,
what if
it really isn't my place to say this,
what if i don't belong.
what if someone heard it and took it very wrong ... but then again, i don't mind being a target.

and apologies but if waiting for a video of me to sing a plea ... i'm not sure i can work that way ... maybe your not waiting for me at all anyway. Even if yous were i'm far too stubborn ...

Yours truly,
J . Zamarski
a possible friend.

Ps. i dont like secrets but i can certainly hold my tongue.

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