Posted 3 May 2006 Every time I close my eyes I can clearly see The image of your smile shine through my darkest dreams I never thought that I'd find myself this close, this close To you, my dear, tell me what it means Turn it in Friday. It's only Wednesday <_< 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 3 May 2006 Looks like a bloody chocolate soldier. Who took the wrapper off? 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 3 May 2006 Now THERE's a name for a song ;) 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 3 May 2006 Oh and it's a sad reminder when your organ grinder has to come to you for rent. And all you've got to give him is the use of your side-show tent. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 3 May 2006 Honey all the movements are starting to ache And I crumble and fall on my face 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Went to a party I danced all night I drank 16 beers And I started up a fight But now I am jaded You're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk, to fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck I like your stories I love your gun Shooting out truck tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room Wish you were dead You ball like the baby In Eraserhead Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk, to fuck It's all I need right now Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk, to fuck I'm sick soft gooey and cold Too drunk to fuck I'm about to drop My head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me head It makes it worse Take out your fuckin' retainer Put it in your purse I'm too drunk to fuck You're to drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck It's all I need right now Oh baby I'm melting like an ice cream bar Oh baby And now I got diarrhea Too drunk to fuck Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Oooohhh 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Macc Lads - Buenos Aries Get at \'em. There was a load bloody faries, In Buenos bloody Aries, With greasy hair and sweaty bums, They\'d never heard of Bonningtons, It were a different culture and a different race, No chippies in bloody place. You can keep that poof Fartiles, \'Cos we\'re going to have your Malvines. Hey up, hey up, hey up, hey up. Well, they got us back son, without a doubt, Time to sort them bastards out, Costa Mendes lives in fear Of real men who can hold their beer. Sing hey hey hey the lads are on their way, With their bayonets and their tommy guns And their bellies full of Bonningtons. Hey up, hey up, hey up, hey up. Whoo! Get in there my son, let\'s set up a couple of pubs. Let the bitter flow, nuke \'em till they glow... Hey up, hey up, hey up, hey up. Fray Bentos and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine, But after a scrap with the English Navy, They\'ll ask for the recipe for chips and gravy. Sing hey, hey, hey, the lads are on their way, With their bayonets and their tommy guns, And their bellies full of Bonningtons. (Repeat to end) 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Ah! The DK's "Too Drunk To Fuck". I've still got the T-Shirt and the single somewhere at home. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Ah! The DK\'s \"Too Drunk To Fuck\". I\'ve still got the T-Shirt and the single somewhere at home. its long time since i heard that song. btw i bet you would get a load for those on ebay 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 btw i bet you would get a load for those on ebay You should 'ave a gander at my collection of 45's mate: Anarchy In The UK, God Save The Queen (pic cover), Pretty Vacant, Holidays In The Sun (banned/withdrawn pic cover), Etc. I could go on all day. Trouble is, when you're skint and you sell them, how bad do you feel later? 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 I got a disco medley of Sex Pistols songs the other week. I'm luvvin: Ronny Biggs was doing time Till he done a bunk then he said he saw the light And sold his soul to funk 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 @sin yea but just think how pissed you could get with the money :D 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 @MT i love the lyrics to that song (the original that is) reminds me of when i was a nipper and my cousin, who was a punk, used to babysit whilst my old man was out on a gig. Its no wonder i swear like a trooper :D 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 @sin yea but just think how pissed you could get with the money It don't work like that. Two of me cousins were deeply involved in the whole Punk/Pistols thing. Alistair ran a fanzine called Kids Stuff. He was the only 'journalist' into Parkhurt Prison when The Pistols played there. He hated the New York punks, so he'd get all these 'A' singles (only for promotional use) and give them to little kid cousin me. This is where my love of Television, The Voidoids, The Ramones, Talking Heads, Patti Smith and Wayne County & The Electric Chairs comes from. He and his brother Glyn ended up as roadies on that terrible curse of a final US tour. Glyn stayed to roadie for The Clash and The Damned who had far more success the other side of the pond. Alistair sold all his stuff when he was skint in the early 90's for peanuts: private pics, collectors stuff and even one of Jonesey's nicked guitars. I got skint in the late 90's and sold all those bloody 'A' singles. Makes me want to cry sometimes, it do. Me couz Alistair will always be my family hero purely because of one reason only: he shagged Souixie, the dirty rotten lucky bastard. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Ahem...a very good friend of mine...and Mari Wilson...Post Hitchin Regal gig. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 I got a disco medley of Sex Pistols songs the other week. I'm luvvin: Ronny Biggs was doing time Till he done a bunk then he said he saw the light And sold his soul to funk no doubt Sin thinks it's sacrilegious, but I'd quite like to give that a listen 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Nah. It's just sad (Jonesey and Cook with Ronnie Biggs, not MT's medley). I fuckin' still hate Malcolm McLaren. 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted 4 May 2006 Twenty Four Hour Garage People by Half Man Half Biscuit I fancy I'll open a stationers Stock quaint notepads for weekend pagans While you were out at the Rollwright Stones I came and set fire to your shed 'Cause you probably work at an all-night garage You probably work at an all-night garage You probably work at an all-night garage With talk radio on And you curse my soul 'cause I don't want petrol You curse my soul 'cause I don't want petrol I only came down for a tube of Pringles Sour cream and chive Because you've got to get up off your fat arse to go and get my crisps, And you've gotta go 'round the counter And it's really... Inconvenient And when you come back you toss them into that sliding metal tray device thing that separates us And you say "One pound thirty-five", As opposed to, "That'll be one pound thirty-five please Sir" This is of course done to annoy me, but has the opposite effect And amuses me no end, because suddenly, I've got other things to buy I'll have two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite Two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite Two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite What sandwiches have you got? Well now you've become quite irate And your voice becomes louder, and you start to sound like Leadbelly at the Depot "I got HAM" "I got CHEESE" "I got CHICKEN" "I got BEEF" "I got TUNA sweetcorn, I got TUNA sweetcorn" I'll have ten Kit-Kats and a motoring atlas Ten Kit-Kats and a motoring atlas And a blues CD on the Hallmark label That's sure to be good X-mas on the isthmus by Terry Allen It's X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama We're listless this Christmas No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer, no shepherds We're shit out of luck Ah we hung all our stockings On the palm trees with care Stayed up all night Still nothin there So we snorted some incense And shot up some myrrh Stayed up two more days Just to make sure Ah it's X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama It's hopeless, we're dopeless No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer, no shepherds We're shit out of luck Bethlehem...Bethle-her ... Bethle-you Bethle-me ... Mucho Ah there's something about X-mas That brings me to tears Snowmen an chestnuts An roastin reindeers That story from the Bible God's only son The immaculate injection Ah you know the one Well they wadn't from around here They was Judean strangers So they called up the front desk "Let me speak to the Manger" There was horses, there was cows There was sheep, there was pigs Mary asked Joseph "Hey who booked this gig?" Ah it's X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama We're shiftless, we're giftless No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer, no shepherds We're shit out of luck Bethlehem...Bethle-her ... Bethle-you Bethle-me ... Mucho 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
