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7 July, 2008 at 7:01 pm #139712
@minim wrote:
you say: “ere long done do does did “
words which could only be your own
you then produce the textl o l
Wilde should be filed, Swift is the gift.
7 July, 2008 at 7:43 pm #139713Tis I, my Lord; the Village Co ck,
Has thrice done salutation to the morn!Good innit
7 July, 2008 at 11:28 pm #1397148 July, 2008 at 6:17 pm #139715The Torture Never Stops
Flies all green and buzzin’,
in this dungeon of despair.
Prisoners grumble and pis.s their clothes,
and scratch their matted hair.
A tiny light, from a window hole,
a hundred yards away,
is all they ever gets to know
about the regular light in the day.And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’,
and weepin’ greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
and the torture never stops.The torture never stops.
Slime and rot, rats and snot,
and vomit on the floor.
Fifty yoogly soldiers, man,
holdin’ spears by the iron door.
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain.
And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop,
where the blood goes down the drain.And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’,
and weepin’ greenish drops.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works,
and the torture never stops.The torture never stops.
The torture.. the torture..
The torture never stops.Flies all green and buzzin’,
in this dungeon of despair.
An evil prince eats a steaming pig,
in a chamber right near there.
He eats the snouts and the trotters first.
The loins and the groins is soon dispersed.
His carvin’ style is well rehearsed.
He stands and shouts:All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!
All men be cursed!And disagree?
Well, no one durst.He’s the best, of course, of all the worst.
Some wrong been done, he done it first.And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin’,
and weepin’ greenish drops.
In the night of the iron sausage,
where the torture never stops.The torture never stops.
The torture.. the torture..
The torture never stops.Flies all green and buzzin’,
in this dungeon of despair.
Who are all those people,
that he’s locked away down there?
Are they crazy?
Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes,
someone painted?And it’s never been explained,
since it first it was created.
But a dungeon, like a sin,
requires naught but lockin’ in,
of everything that’s ever been.
Look at her.
Look at him.That’s what’s the deal we’re dealin’ in.
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealin’ in.
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealin’ in.
That’s what’s the deal we’re dealin’ in.(Frank Zappa)
9 July, 2008 at 11:42 am #139716Time starts to pass
before you know it you’re frozen9 July, 2008 at 11:46 am #139717Hey mr dreamseller, where have you been,
tell me have you dreams i can see?
I came along, just to bring you this song,
Can you spare one dream for me?
You won’t have met me, and you’ll soon forget me,
so don’t mind me tugging at your sleeve.
I’m asking you, if i can fix a rendezvous.
For your dreams are all I believe.
Meet me on the corner when the lights are coming on,
and i’ll be there, i promise i’ll be there.
Down the empty streets we’ll disappear until the dawn
if you have dreams enough to share.
Lay down your bundles, of rags and reminders,
and spread your wares on the ground.
Well I’ve got time, if you deal in rhyme,
I’m just hanging around.
Hey mr dreamseller, where have you been,
tell me have you dreams i can see?
I came along, just to bring you this song,
Can you spare one dream for me?
9 July, 2008 at 12:32 pm #1397189 July, 2008 at 12:35 pm #139719:D i’d forgot Lady Eleanor Esme so had a listen to that as well :D If only Gazza hadnt murdered Fog on the Tyne :lol:
9 July, 2008 at 12:43 pm #139720@pete wrote:
:D i’d forgot Lady Eleanor Esme so had a listen to that as well :D If only Gazza hadnt murdered Fog on the Tyne :lol:
9 July, 2008 at 6:18 pm #139721Can’t Stop Now
I noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I’ve been stuck here dithering around
Though I know I said I’d wait around till you need me
But I have to go, I hate to let you down
But I can’t stop now
I’ve got troubles of my own
Cause I’m short on time
I’m lonely
And I’m too tired to talkI noticed tonight that the world has been turning
While I’ve been stuck here withering away
Though I know I said I wouldn’t leave you behind
But I have to go, it breaks my heart to sayThat I can’t stop now
I’ve got troubles of my own
Cause I’m short on time
I’m lonely
And I’m too tired to talkTo no one back home
I’ve got troubles of my own
And I can’t slow down
For no one in town
And I can’t stop nowAnd I can’t slow down
For no one in town
And I can’t stop now
For no oneThe motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
The motion keeps my heart running
goodbye
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