^ Indeed.
Would have padded it a bit more, i was on a roll last night, but we had a bastard power cut and i had no internet.
^ Indeed.
Would have padded it a bit more, i was on a roll last night, but we had a bastard power cut and i had no internet.
^ The links working .......................
........unfortunately.
Ay up.
Towreet?
Love the sound?
I love the sound of breaking glass
Especially when I'm lonely
I need the noises of destruction
When there's nothing new
Oh nothing new, sound of breaking glass
I love the sound of breaking glass
Deep into the night
I love the sound of its condition
Flying all around
Oh all around, sound of breaking glass
Nothing new, sound of breaking glass
Oh all around, sound of breaking glass
Nothin' new, sound of breakin' glass
Safe at last sound of breaking glass
I love the sound of breaking glass
Deep into the night
I love the work on it can do
Oh change of mind
Oh a change of mind
Sound of breaking glass
All around, sound of breaking glass
Nothing new, sound of breaking glass
Breaking glass, sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Sound of breaking glass
Wellerman (Sea Shanty)
Nathan Evans
There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down
Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
She'd not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down low (huh)…
Warning: Be cautious if you are a fragile pink
Drunken Sailor
The Irish Rovers
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Put him in a long boat till his sober
Put him in a long boat till his sober
Put him in a long boat till his sober
Early in the morning!
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom
Stick him in a scupper with a…
Hope nobody's caught any disease from some other diseased up [at][at][at][at].
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
To an Englishmans ears.
Little by little.
Bit by bit.
Slowly but Shirley, the damned jocks keep losing credibility by infighting.
And continually siding with the French.
Simple is as simple does.
^ 555 not heard that in a while, Maxi reminds me of a tweaker or an extra on TWD, Great band live tho.
Alright here in cuckoo fookoo land?
For Your Pleasure
Roxy Music
For your pleasure
In our present state
Part false part true
Like anything
We present ourselves
The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel hard and loose
There all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes
You're rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright
Getting older
But you'll wake up soon
And fight
In the morning
Things you worried about
Last night
Will seem lighter
I hope things
Will turn out right
Old man
Through every step a change
You watch me walk away
Tara Tara
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR_SqG1NLrk
Got me a movie
I want you to know
Slicing up eyeballs
I want you to know
Girlie so groovy
I want you to know
Don't know about you
But I am un chien andalusia
I am un chien andalusia
I am un chien andalusia
I am un chien andalusia
Wanna grow up to be
Be a debaser
(Debaser)
Debaser
(Debaser)
Debaser
(Debaser)
Debaser
(Debaser)
Debaser
(Debaser)
Debaser
(Debaser)
Got me a movie
Ah ha ha ho
Slicing up eyeballs
Ah ha ha ho
Girlie so groovie
Ah ha ha ho
Don't know…
Friday.
Celebrate.
Or be a [at][at][at][at].
Curse me later.
You're welcome, withnall.
That fuker withers was previous yesters
Another Friday . Ball stroke posting in this one thread again
Up to him
in the meantime
Happy evening, spot squeezers.
The prelude to "going underground" by The Jam.?
I'm filthy, I'm hungry
I'm fed up to the teeth
I'm very revolutionary
I haven't washed in weeks
You've seen me dancing topless
And kipping on the beach
I'm so bloody normal
Yet I'm one of nature's freaks
I think it would do more good to try
And understand the other guy
In the soft, grey squeeze
As they mind the doors
Like a sacrifice for the minotaur
All together in the Blood Rush Hour!
C'mon fish-face, you got the power!
Then I went and got busted (yay)
They say I'm maladjusted (he's a fool)
I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
I got busted (yay)
My own mother was disgusted (she's a fool)
I got busted
(By the Law)
"'ello, 'ello, what's all this here?
I'll trim your wellingtons for you my dear."
I proceeded to plod at a porcupine pace
When I spotted the accused and decided to give chase
He blotted his copy book straight away
'Cause as soon as he saw me, whoops, 'e was away
Running like a rabbit, or a frisky poodle
Blowing his trousers like a bugle
Then I went and got busted (yay)
They say I'm maladjusted (he's a fag)
I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
I got busted (yay)
My own mother was disgusted (she's a fag)
I got busted
(By the Law, by the Law, by the Law)
Moo...moo...moo...
Let's ride the Bonzo's a bit.
By a waterfall.
Inspiration for Gabriel/ Genesis/
Innes-Stanshall
Eleven moustachioed daughters, running in a field of fat
The moon is high, the mandrake screams
Please come to our Sabbat
The changeling children shiver, round the fire their mothers dance
With strangely painted faces
That smile but never laugh
The crow-pecked gibbet's victim swings broken in his cage
His hands cut down to make a crown
To wear as our homage
Round & round the magic ring soft figures fastly rush
And wolf-like things & toads with wings whisper wetly
"Come with us"
The fresh-plucked eye of a favourite cat
Pulped and mixed with a white hens fat
A lapwings' wing and lions' gall
And Belladonna to make your eyes
Like a beasts
To anoint the body and make it shine
To drink & make thyself divine
To choose another's form and make it thine
And now they gibber blasphemy & fill the fetid air
With ancient lies & leprous cries
This night he will be there
A madness has them, mouths gape wide
As one they sway and moan, & every brutish face is turned
To see our Goat-King's Throne
(I don't remember too good, but I think John Wayne was in it)
Got a jab or two yet?
To prove that you are now well adjusted to taking part in the next Human race?
(Depending on which jab)
How Sweet to Be an Idiot
Neil Innes
How sweet to be an Idiot,
As harmless as a cloud,
Too small to hide the sun
Almost poking fun,
At the warm but insecure untidy crowd.
How sweet to be an idiot,
And dip my brain in joy,
Children laughing at my back,
With no fear of attack,
As much retaliation as a toy.
How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet.
I tiptoe down the street,
Smile at everyone I meet,
But suddenly a scream,
Smashes through my dream,
Fie fye foe fum,
I smell the blood of an asylum,
(Blood of an asylum,
But mother I play so beautifully, listen. ha ha)
Fie fye foe fum,
I smell the blood of the asylum,
Hey you, you're such a pedant,
You got as much brain as a dead ant,
As much imagination as a caravan sign.
But I still love you, still love you,
Oh how sweet to be an idiot,
How sweet. how sweet. How sweet.
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