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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

my good friends
blessed be the reader
for she shall see in the bean of coffee
the mind that is withering

for who would have thought that kind hearted
sweet bird and badger watcher himself Bill Oddie
would suffer from the black soul apocalypse that is
known as depression.

alas and alack,
sometimes it is the misfortune of those
soul soothers out there to absorb the pain of
others out of the ether.

I'm sure our billy oddie (a goodie mang)
is built of strong absorbent material and
a few splashes of bird shit from on high
won't knock him off the path to glory,.

so I sit and plastic rots and rays collide and
the subtle jelly of my eye lenses residing beneath the protective
cornea are bent and battered and dried out once again.

ah sweet murderous keyboard,
deliver me from nature
deliver me from the ability to exist
deliver me from the right to a life,
for tis my role as the Oddie
to simply abash and abate as the
immensity of the collective human conciousness
with the force of all the Earths oceans
renders me helpless and lost in its confused selfish tides.

I was away for ten days
in sunny Sicily
where the ice creams make all
other ice creams taste like shit until death.
Until death the ordinary pleasure of life
will taste like shit for me,
for I have tasted the worldly ice cream that
is mortal sin.
Shall I never truly be again?

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Thursday, September 15, 2005

saul roit
saul saul roit now,
ah been owt fer a drink
wi mah good pal,
and now everyting saul roit

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hello hell o o o o o o o o o oo o o oo o o
yooo hooooooooooo
yoooo hoooooooooooo

sprechen sie Deutsch?
SPrecht deutsch nein oder ja?
nur ein bisschen
nur ein bisschen
donde estan los allemagnes?

yyooooo hooooooo
yoooooo hooooooooooo

vielen dank
feeling dank

turkish bath
are you having?

the painted tiles crack
grout all rusty crusty and
luke warm

getup offa that thing
work infronta the screen
I have a cup of tea
another cup of tea
another flick of the key
and gaze into the scree
tv was never like this
it never took your whole soul in this way
it never felt so bad
it never destroyed the heart so bad
at work at home at night in the day
before after and instead of meals
your routine will die
your routine is anew
follow me follow
down to the hollow
what is here
unshareable everything
Pandora's unbottleable fart
the news the latest
read up comment
describe
show off
but you are the fool
succubi feed off you
the never ending feeding frenzy
and you feel like you suck and drink
and nourish yourself,
but no IT drinks you IT sucks YOU dry.
you are left without the power to be
the one you were before.
Your speed, your vibration
is all altered,
you ain't the same
you ain't the same.

so what are you gonna do?
give it up?
wha wha wha?

nah? no way yr gonna do that.

Anyhow where would my readers be and
hey my page would have no more posts.
So stay around awhile,
but don't be fooled.
This is shortening your life,
as bad as radiation,
you're now a much less interesting person,
even if you feel you know more.
You have experienced less.
THIS is not experience.

*

COIL

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

years and yaughter
leers and farters
clears a shafter

ray a light
madonnas peach
nightlight gold
wine cellars of dry clay
bays of dark stone shelves
in shadows rest the barrels

the palette is all mango lassied
feelin' nauseous
was that the cricket match,
the emptiness of all within and out me,
or the stale rose wine?

gobbling mints to freshen the tongue,
but the glutinous beige sensation will not be budged,
fooking shite eh?
Where's fookin Uncle Sam when yer need 'im eh?

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Thursday, September 08, 2005

fixin' to die
fixin' to die

watch my film and then make yr own,
it's as easy as pie

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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

dweller


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Sunday, August 28, 2005

It's the closest thing to crazy
Watch my credibility ratings sink without a trace.
Last night I pitched up on Hampstead Heath to
have a few drinks, smokes and food just outside the
Kenwood House concert starring sub Snora Jones crooner Katie Melua.
She started out with Canned Heat classic On the road again, so that wasn't so bad. Then it became the slow dinner jazz crooning I expected, but it was great to be on the Heath, warm night, kids running about, people having picnics and relaxing. She did play the odd bluesy rocky number just as you were about to nod off for good. All in all it was a good night.
Walking back through the darkened heath was a real treat. Addled by too much Pimms and Lemonade and spliff we sauntered through the peaceful misty fields forests and hedgerows.
Was this really London?

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I was a goody mang
I was a goody mang
a tree top tumble weed
super grip action man
with webbed feet
and heli-vision
swinging tarzan flight
glide and trip
climb and jump
sleeping to wake

I was a goody mang
turning tricks
and moaning first
loudest winning the
idiot's paradise with
kid's pride as prizes
the number is forgotten
the pack reshuffled
and we start anew

I was a goody mang
today in this adult world
hoping for applause I
belt out tongued actions
deception of the crooked voice
illusions of kindness and wonder
implying feelings of Mr. Goody
right by your side
and if by chance
you see through me
a bent double little
boy you'll see
who lost a game
many moons ago,
who now has only
quick lips to show
he is a survivor of
the racing masses,
a fitter inner in
this world of
mad manacle devices,
of cruel games to
lock up competitors in
a game of
Death Mask Hide
and Seek

But Mr Goody Mang
is with me and
I'll serve him to you
with a smile and
some tea. For despite
my cheating I still
am a Goody Mang.

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Monday, August 22, 2005

Justice Invocation of Maat



Justice Invocation of Maat

Great Mother of the Sun
Descend into the arms of the earth
Winged Goddess of balance
Come unto me who cry out to you
For justice and truth and strength
Help me find Balance in the world!
I call upon you to help balance the energies
In my life
I call upon you to bring the truth
Into all I do and say and feel
I call upon you to give me strength
To persevere on all levels in healing myself
On all levels
In organizing, in uniting
And in bringing a halt to all destruction!
I invoke
The black free-standing feather of Maat
The crystal star gleaming within
The outpouring of interstellar energies
Flowing and snaking through the earth
Filling every living thing
With the will toward harmony
And balance.
I invoke the point of equilibrium
The force of momentum,
Gravity and electron-spin resonance
Filling us with the song
Of balance.
I invoke the law of the universe
The innate justice
That governs all things
May I channel this energy in my work
May I be a conduit of the black flame of justice
And the silence of truth-in-action
Many we I unified with all living beings
Through the breath of Maat
And may her heart-beat fill my ears
As the sound of a singing healed life!
O Maat!
Mother of infinity
Goddess who guides the sun
The planets
And all the ever-moving stars
Guide me now in my our hour of need!
Great Cosmic mother
May it be so.

Tua Maati!
We invoke the black haired Goddess
Who balances the souls of all beings
Who, weighed with the heart,
Reveals all things.
May I enter the chamber of truth
And stand before the great power of justice
Maat, crowned with the feather
Reveal yourself in all your manifestations
We call forth the center of truth and justice
From within and without
We name this power Maat
And we manifest it here and now
As knowledge, will and action
Through the strength and energy of our arms
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Through the clarity of our minds and loins
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Through the black flame of justice in my heart
May the balance of Maat
Be done!
Tua Maati!



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Thursday, August 18, 2005

I blog after hours
I should be asleep.
I should be asleep.
I'll send you to sleep,
with my clackety clack on the keys.
Shhhhh my neighbour is just through the wall right there.
Hope I don't wake her.
I swam yesterday and today up in the pond
on Hampstead Heath. Lovely it were.
Ducks for company, blue dragonflies mating.
Moor hens feeding their young by the side of the pond,
as we gently swim and float about.
Gazing up at blue sky and green trees.
Of course there are other human beings there too.
They are all crammed into a small area of lawn by the pond.
Towels are laid cheek by jowl. It all makes for a very intimate setting. You can't avoid overhearing your neighbours
conversation and you can't avoid making a very good estimation of the vital statistics of every bloke's girlfriend.
That's part of the charm of the place I suppose.
We are social creatures after all...
My favourite pastime is watching those who are afraid to jump in.
They fear that the water will be too cold. The body language they adopt really cracks me up. I get disappointed when they give up and sometimes I'll send out a cheer when someone finally plucks up the courage and jumps in.
I wish I could do the cool looking dive;
I just hold my nose and jump in, surface, get rid of the air bubble from my trunks and then breast stroke
up to the warmer sunnier part of the pond, where the wildlife
is busying itself.

Well now it is late and I have a lot of things to do
which I have avoided doing for the past two days.
Will I make it a record third?
I'd better go to sleep and find out...

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Friday, August 12, 2005

I'll teach you English
I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself.
I'll take the next flight out of here.
I'll bring some teabags with me.
We can drink tea, eat biscuits and you will
be speaking like a native in no time.

What are you waiting for?
This is your great opportunity.

I am your teacher.
Just put me up, so I can rest my bones.
Let me walk and talk, roam around a bit.
I'll pitch up and teach you for sure,
but I'll still be slopin' and scopin' around.
Trust me it'll be worth your while.
Like Marvin the Paranoid Android,
I have a brain the size of several planets.

Dig it on out, cover it over, the test tube will be carbonated.
For real, baby, for real.
I'll cover the lot.
Lot the cover will I.

Just say the word and we'll let the babel fish
start it's sacred work.

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Is it a blog, is it a plane, no it's CWOAI
Yes siree,
wilkommen meinen freundligen leuten gespielen.
Du bist abendzimmer nur was ist los??????

Can I lick it? Yes the pan.
Fried not burnt.
Overturned and the monkey is drinking tea again.

Heimlich manoevers all over the place.
Beer and peanut cacophany.

Searching for the serachingf or het
metal mickey's calling my name.
Fuckin' old codgers in the funfundzwanzig century.

still still srechinga orf ehr
stiill slist herching ser rof
oh I give up. just bring her out on a silver dish,
tongue lolling as the servant lifts the cooking lid.
she's mine now,
time to feast, ah that's better, licks lips,
crackling on the crinkly cheeks, done to perfection.

++++++++Hold on hold on,
that's enough of that sillyness. This is a
respectable blog I'll have you know.
Mr Tumnus may have been an inquisitive fawn, but he did not stoop
to molesting Lucy now, did he?

So the usual sunday swirl, the sweet sunday berry jane climb down
commences,
apologies and excuses, a walk in the park, a paper delivery boy
once again.
Never mind me, mind the gap, page the diamond.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

he's leaving home bye bye
Yeah it's almost that time again,
Time to pack up and leave my home.
Simply 'cause I can't afford to live here.
I'm working round the clock,
but for not enough dosh.
Yes I will have to leave this place of history.
A Landlords life for me.
My measly income will be boosted by
the monthly pay of some rich tenant or other...

Where will I go this time?
I dunno , but all suggestions gratefully received.
A house sit somewhere, I'll be there,
I'll feed your pet, water the plants, keep
out the dust and the burglars and I'm a non smoker to boot.
Willing to travel to any part of this blue green planet.
Email me at the link above, cheers!!!

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Mack Truck Heaven
I'm gonna drive me to Mack Truck Heaven
Where the smokies are all down in Hell,
I'm gonna drive me to Mack Truck Heaven
Get them truck stop girls all to ma self


Gonna ride that truckin' convoy to the stars
Where there aint no goddamn godforsaken cars
Gonna ride that truckin' convoy to the stars
Where cheap women serve cheap beers in the bars


Oh lord I'm in heaven now at last
The sweet gasoline's a flowing by so fast
Pretty rainbows in the grease, now I've got some blessed peace
And my speed, whore, trucking days are in the past.

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

A wicked plan
A wicked plan of mine goes like this.
Take one salt cellar.
Fill with glitter.
Cook a banana soufflé.
Add a squeeze of maple syrup.
Sprinkle with glitter.
Then shove it up your shitter.
Squeal with delight.
Let it all back out.
Onto your box of lego.
You will feel like a winner.

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It's late again
Another late night,
writing half asleep.
Half undone, bottoms off.
Drained fluid.
Quiet bar the fan hum.
My ears are closing the helmet pressure
a suppressed yawn.

A late one again,
but this is my time.
Block the neurotic thoughts,
blank and free as the sleepy lobes
wait patiently for me to hit pillow
and free up their ghost.

the interest lies in the space and
the interface , the panetary system,
the ants nest and the jam jar.
the clues are inside and the ability to
bear the mundanity and not fight against it.

I criticize all,
I cannot relate,
I feed myself,
for feet and arms and head and teeth
the eyes the uniform the standing spine,
the bounce of walking ...
sometimes it feels free,
but lately it is forced into a
fakeness I never thought I would occupy.

Well, perhaps it's good for me after all.

You dear reader won't get this,
but then it's not for you.
It's late and sleep is here.
Muscles are telling me,
they keep me company,
my aches and nerves are silently chastising.
Okay meat, lets sleep.

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Shinola Vol. 1


Here is the first installment of Ween outtakes and
unreleased rare tracks, remastered, generally souped up and
released on the band's own label chocodog.
Click on the picture to buy.

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Monday, July 18, 2005

Well This Is How It Began
Well This Is How It Began

I trusted the banquet givers. their quiet ways, and kindly smiles.
Could she even have thrown my keys against the windscreen that night, were it not for their tender encouragement
discuss my ass
the bullshit replies. get off my tongue Jackass
I'll tongue the hell out of you honey
And with this knife stuck in your ear I dont think so, huh?
Abilities I admired in her, such coarse and treacle sludge.
She knew I was pissed, it was always raining and nighttime.
C'mon sucker drive me lets drive vrummm baby c'mon stick it in
Aw hell I've been set up, trapped but you know they knew I had it coming. Here goes towards the hedgerow get the wipers wiping ok
son of a beech. Misting up big time, get yr hand outta my pants and open tha window. Fuck this shit, country road big old night and RAIN coming from the darkness, stuck in the Ford with her and our baccy brewery stench. Cursing them again, she aint listening just giggling
Tease me tease me tease me baby you can tease me til I cant take no more. Wheels braking I reverse into a field gate siding mud pit with wet cows over the fence. She's fallen asleep by now; lost interest when we both got silent back there in the night. I'm gonna snooze up til morn. I got peace again seeing the murky dawnlight. And sweet baby breath's gonna lullaby my pissed ass goodnight.

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

In the sweet orchard blue
In the sweet orchard blue
Attempted flight I flew
A machine of sorts I’d built
In a milky glass to share
Bonded by the indigo fruit
Dreamt by your eyebrow hair

I collected my spare wings
And all the other pretty things
Took them up above the clouds
Where fruit and blues are nowhere seen
Showed your sweet brow view
So that awakened you knew

Take in the broader scene
Where you and I have always been
A place unreal and without doubt
A vineyard empty of all woes
Where wine is drunk by few
And the light is seldom blue

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Friday, July 15, 2005

I imagine a scene
I imagine a scene,
The dead time kilburn high road ,
3 am jump off a night bus,
even the silverhaired supertees are in bed,
their wives restless while they snore.
I am walking past the last closing kebab windows,
I am not drunk. I am not singing.
I have a destination in the streets behind Iceland.
Where mums never go.
The once wooden trap door of a pub cellar long shut down 30 years before is levered open.
I climb down into pitch dark, lower the lid and flick the switch.
I slump down on the mattress.
I try to make this moment feel as exciting as the first time.
But that sense of safety and freedom has recently gone.
Someone knows I am here.
And if one person knows,
imagine how many others also do by now.

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