Thread: Friday rolls 'round again.

No, this is more like it.

Grown up on a diet of Irn Bru and scotch pies?










CAN'T TELL WHAT HE"S ON ABITE.

Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going?
I don't know what you're looking for
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye)
I'm real as they come if you don't know why I'm fly
Seen ya try to switch it up, but, girl, you ain't got to
I'm the Wonder Woman; let me go get my ropes
I'm a supermodel, and, mummy, si mummy
Amnesty International got bankrupt (I'm on top, on lock)
You love my ass, and my abs, and the video called Promiscuous
My style is meticulous
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
When Timbo is in the party, everybody put up their hands
I get a half a mill for my beats, you get a couple grand
Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I'm respected from Californ-i-a way down to Japan
I'm a real producer, and you just the piano man
Your song gonna top the charts; I heard 'em; I'm not a fan
Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance
Somebody need to tell 'em they can't do it like I can
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Could you speak up and stop the mumbling?
I don't think you came in clear
Sitting on the top; it's hard to hear you from way up here
I saw you tryin' to act cute on TV; just let me clear the air
We missed you on the charts last week
Damn, that's right, you wasn't there
If sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shit?
Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
'Cause our run will never be over; not at least until we say
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice
If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night
We ain't here to hurt nobody
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Wanna see you work your body
So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Love the Spanish me.


"Cortez The Killer"

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects
gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood
straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.

They carried them
to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up
with their bare hands
What we still can't do today.

And I know she's living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can't remember when
Or how I lost my way.

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer.

I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought
of my little ones burning
But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The East
Or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from
the hand of the war lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
The tide is turning



NO DECENT FOOTAGE AVAILABLE.

And now for something completely different.

Divergence - The Black Parrot

Priest.

Forgive me.

It's been a few Fridays since i let my boolocks squirt loose.





Let me explain.

Young Gazza was a terrace hero.
His bastardised lyrics were vented on a Saturday afternoon as a cultural exchange between blokes from as far apart as London and Stoke.
Or Plymouth and everywhere else.

The point was, it was terrace chant.
We didnt'd know then what we think we know now,
so regardless of how "The King" has turned out, as an individual with (rightly) punishable sexual shit, he made some good, relevant music to his time.

Which was appreciated by youth.
Then.

UNPLUG THE JUKEBOX AND DO US ALL A FAVOUR.
"Don't tread on an ant."

Any fookin Eee jip shans in the house?

Shout it up for "Egyptian John" and the Modern Lovers.

No lyrics required.

Walk like an Egyptian ...

Oooh err, black leather.

Originally Posted by Neverna

Oooh err, black leather.

Thinking more along the lines of ....


DO NOT PANIC.

Joan Jett singing I love Rock and Roll in Dortmund, Germany in 1982 - and I am in the crowd there somewhere!

This Friday i have wired the jukebox up to the 8 track stereo.

Turned the volume up just enough to make the rats scuttle away.

And enjoyed a truly remarkable piece of art.
Some Johnny posted this on you tube.
It's a few hours long, but if you're tech savvy you can record it on betamax and show it to the kids whilst they're eating Sunday dinner.




Best shit i've seen in a long time.

Might put Sheep up as well but don't want Stoker to sexually aroused.
Sorry Betty no goats.

^

Despite six weary days in between, it's ear again.



I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

Pauls turn.

Joseph's face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing 'round my nursery door
I said take this child, Lord
From Tucson Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won't bother you no more

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph's face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African skies

Not Marley.

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "

Rise up this mornin',
Smile with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou: ")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."


Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou: "

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry! "
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "

Rise up this mornin',
Smile with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou: ")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou: "

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry! "
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!

Bit of a poor show on this thread of late, it has to be said.

It should be re-titled August rolls around again...

Come on Withnall, pull yer socks up and start drinking properly.

Originally Posted by somtamslap

Come on Withnall, pull yer socks up and start drinking properly.

Get fucked, ya fat cockney bastard.