Thread: Friday rolls 'round again.

Friday again.

And it's an extra special one.

It's the second Friday since the turn of a new year, a fucking number super nova.

Long live the bollocks, never mind the score.

Angus.

Ay up spot pickers.

It's ear again.

Just looked out over the top of the gate, and i think i've spotted the moon.

Must be dark.

Hope it's the moon of love, pop pickers.

Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

[Chorus:]
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

[Chorus]

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

[Chorus]


Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

[Chorus:]
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

[Chorus]

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

[Chorus]










The distant echo
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
The ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"hey boy" they shout, "have you got any money?"
And I said, "I've a little money and a take away curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,
You know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British rail poster read "have an away day, a cheap holiday
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
Cause they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Songwriters: WELLER, PAUL JOHN

I hope poor Mrs Stoker goes to bingo on Fridays

Who needs lyrics?

Originally Posted by Dillinger

I hope poor Mrs Stoker goes to bingo on Fridays

I hope not.








Meet Bingo, the Friday night stud.

Withnall, Step back away from the wank juice



https://youtube.com/results?q=skanga%...%20deeply&sm=1

Stoker's watching Blackbeauty again tonight.

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more, ah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.



Wish i was there.

Ears one fer the Brummies.


Wine your body
Wriggle your belly
Dip and go down in a the new stylee
Wine and go up, Wine and go down
Bubble and a Rock ca the new style around
You fe line it up, You fe wine it up
Do the Boomshackalak till the dance hall full up

The Boomshackalak it a the brand new style
Wicked say it wicked Jah Jah no say it wild
Raggamuffin style fe the discipline child
Dip and go down ca it well versatile
You fe move fe your waist, move fe your back
Wine and go down do the shack-a-lak-a-lak
Get in a the groove ca you are the top notch
Bubble and a wine gal right pon the spot

Chorus

The gal pon the left she truly design
Watch how she bubble and watch how she wine
Back, she front, she a move she waist line
Tell a boy say that the gal say she mine
Mine she mine ca we rock it in a time
Everybody join in when she give you the sign

Chorus

The English gal a do the BOOMSHACKALAK
The American gal a do the BOOMSHACKALAK
The Indian possie do the BOOMSHACKALAK
The Yardy gal a do the BOOMSHACKALAK
The Japanese gal a do the BOOMSHACKALAK
And the German gal a do the BOOMSHACKALAK

Chorus

Put yours hands in a the air like you just don’t care
Raggamuffin deh bout so you better be aware
The north and the south everybody everywhere
Flex out shock out ca the vibe in a the air
Bubble and a wine ca the gal a draw near
Everybody sing out when the dj say

Chorus

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

Don't start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to right

I can attest to this. Woe is me, sat in an office in south London, when I get a call from withnall - and he's enjoying a night in the tropics on the beer laos. Talk about salt in the wound.

You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

And you, of the tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix,the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.




Dedicated to fat blokes with kids all over the south of England, and everywhere.

^ And I never could make sense of what the fuck they were singing about.
Goes for most of the artists whose music I enjoyed.
In the end I just focused on the music. The lyrics were just so much dross. (though I'm sure they seemed deep and meaningful to the composers at the time).
I mean really, look at the lyrics above . I mean What The Fuck?

Evan back den we tort dis blammo was a hex sheptionall.


Stir it up; little darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby.
Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh!

It's been a long, long time, yeah!
(stir it, stir it, stir it together)
Since I got you on my mind. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh!
Now you are here (stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said,
it's so clear
There's so much we could do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Just me and you.

Come on and stir it up; ..., little darlin'!
Stir it up; come on, baby!
Come on and stir it up, yeah!
Little darlin', stir it up! O-oh!

I'll push the wood (stir it, stir it, stir it together),
then I blaze ya fire;
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Said, I stir it every (stir it, stir it, stir it together),
every minute:
All you got to do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Is keep it in, eh!

(Stir it up) Oh, little darlin',
Stir it up; ..., baby!
Come on and stir it up, oh-oh-oh!
Little darlin', stir it up! Wo-oh! Mm, now, now.

Quench me when I'm thirsty;
Come on and cool me down, baby, when I'm hot. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Your recipe is, - darlin' - is so tasty,
When you show and stir your pot. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

So: stir it up, oh!
Little darlin', stir it up; wo, now!
Come on and stir it up, oh-ah!
Little darlin', stir it up!
---
[Guitar solo]
---
Oh, little darlin', stir it up. Come on, babe!
Come on and stir it up, wo-o-a!
Little darlin', stir it up! Stick with me, baby!
Come on, come on and stir it up, oh-oh!
Little darlin', stir it up. [fadeout]

There's some crap on this thread...

I offer you salvation, get onto your knees and feed at the wafer of Christ (or is her name Christy or Wendy or):

She's from Stoke.



&, I still think of you Velveteen.

This made I larf... beautiful song but check out the cat on the drums

The Shifters play Beer Garden On Nut.

A song that could well have been penned by Withers himself.