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Monday, December 12, 2005

Ecstacy Song

I've seen you swimming
and I want to fake it

but it was a reflection
and I know I can make it

we are all just visitors
nice to be here twice

I'm teasin'
the kick is pleasin'
but administer to the lack lustre
coz my brain buster

is shining from beyond
a dazzling moonlit pond

its the answer to a question
"how can I dance forever?"

written 1997

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Intro/For me/For you

INTRO

Conduct the dropout phase print
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold

FOR ME

When your finger is on hold
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace

FOR YOU

Magnetic ecstacy at the headstrong portal
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers

written 1997

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In the sequence of time and motion

In the sequence of time and motion
a stone is cast
And crevasse cracks a benign field form rips
Rent across and an eyelash back
Elephantine memory of the protein valve
The thorax squeaks cheery waves to a man
And moon dust thrives when the door knocks come
Grinning faces and a wide spectacle slips the tag
Collapse ashes Oh to stack more on
A nerve quake and quivering bleached bones
Remembering reveries Tree stump forever
Do or die the cry of my psychic whiplash
Enigma speech and I'm thrilled to wake weary

Voodoo trench coat cats tail wander
Tree branch owl on a back flight prey hunt megamission
The bones of mice in its shit
Television mist breakdown
Tulips from...
A spoon full of.....
Brown girl in the.

Tra la la la la

written 1997

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hello dere

Hallo Joseph Tonmore,
I trust ye are keepin' well,
with yr goode womane beside ye at all thymes.
I frankenly be incensed by the mardy myrhhh.
And be driven almost to blindnesse in whipping the
stonybridge milestone.
Thanking numerous incandescent heavenly bodies
that predicaments are not further seriousnessed for all
of usses and our otherses.
May paths ways crossed by sunshine ingottes be.
Adieu dear frende and tille we have sightinges bold and berry.
Quickening thyme does not allowe the pleasures of ages,
thoughe crackes of light and the glow of splendour can
be sighted and pursued wherever they are ablest.
Beste be to yrs and yr neighbours.
James Kinge.

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

give me back my money

So you work silly hours for silly money do you?

Something in digital arts tech print management marketing
fashion finance

Well, I don't believe in superfluous unneccessary jobs like that.

I think it is obscene that this city gives money to these purposeless timewasting nothing jobs.

And a lot of you bastards drink to excess.
I know, I've met you.
You are uncomfortable deep inside,
why are you being paid so well and working so hard for something
completely ephemeral and pointless.
You will pass the south american cleaners in the office corridor.
You will take the cappuccino from the guy who smiles and is
always friendly in that cool little coffee bar. He's been there since 4 in the morning and he hates you, but you wouldn't know it.
This city is a joke, its a tower of champagne glasses,
all the booze is drunk and only the piss trickles down to be cleaned up by those below.
But hey, you're doing a trendy job in a fucking hard working
hard playing environ, its such a BUZZ.

Keep rambling on, keep the tone of your voice high energy
positive and deeply insensitive.
Cut off from accepting the disordered world your choice of career is engendering and the society your actions help to justify, you
waddle around, with your bunch of pissed up cunt mates.
You don't even read anything intelligent anymore, no time.
Don't think about things that might get you down.
Keep it happy, keep saying your happy, this is like when I was
younger, this is how it was always gonna be, yeah it's all good
It's all good.

Fallen , you've fallen, everyones fallen.
For the stanaic trickster , the merry prankster,
the laughing dancing skeleton,
the hip bones connected to the thigh bone.

Eat up, it's another lunchtime,

yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy

But your shoulders are hunched,
the diving trip, aren't those colourful fish wonderful.
Diving and skiing, little worlds away from
facing it, facing it all the uncomfortable truth.
You are a slave and a master.
You help to complete and perpetuate the chain.
MASTER AND SERVANT
It is all around us.
NOT LOVE, ACTUALLY

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Snowy Farr

Happy Brithday Mum

If there was one number for each of your years,
there'd be fifty.
Stay away from the rocking chair and you'll be fine.
Love Matt.

(mum died aged 57)

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Saturday, December 03, 2005

Gener's Lament

Gene’s Lament

Transcript of the end of a Ween gig
Ft. Lauderdale
7/17/00

……..after Poopship…..

Gener:
I’m gonna lick your pussy tonight, ohh-aaaahhhhaa
Oooooooo – Oooooooo – Oooooooo – yeaaaah
Dean: “Got something to say Gener?”
Oooooo – OOOooooo…….
Claude: “Talking ‘bout the Poopship, talking ‘bout the Poopship”
Gene: Destroyer
Poopy poopy dooo
Poopship
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – Ooooooo – yeah yeah yeaaaaah
Claude: Riiiiiiiide on the Poopship
Gener: Smoke some crack, and lick a some pussy tonight
Tonight I’m gonna smoke a little crack, and I’m gonna eat a little
pussy tonight
Give it to me
I want to eat some pussyyyyyyy
Ooooo – ooooo – oooooo
Girl, you know, I appreciate you commin out to the Ween show. And I
like the fact that you’re into Ween.
Yeah, maybe I wrote that song, Baby Bitch. But you know, I wrote it
for you.

Listen, I’ve been on tour for a long time. I’ve been on tour for a
long, long, long, long time. And tonight, I think I’d like to take
your panties down, go home for a little while, you know what I’m
saying? After I smoke a little crack…..

Can you guys give it to me?

Oooooo- oooooo – yeah

You know, ‘cause for Gener, it’s very tough being on the road
sometimes. I’m a very complicated man

Claude: Complicated baby (sung in falsetto)

Sometimes I get so strung up in my own thing, I don’t know where I am
any more. And it sucks.

You know I’m a Pisces. I was born on St. Patrick’s Day. And you know,
sometimes that’s hard, being a Jew, ‘cause that’s what I am. I go to
the Irish bar and I don’t got nothin’. They fuckin’ kick me out.

Claude: You can’t get no loooove

You can’t get no lovin. But sometimes, somehow, I get some love. I
get some love somehow. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe from
God above. Thank God for the woman who loves me…….I love you to. You
see ‘cause the woman is a very special thing. She feels beyond the
realm of dreams. She feels, she feels things than no man can
understand.

Don’t you be booing my ass, you bitch!

I know, I know it’s a pain in the ass. Believe me, nobody knows better
than I.

Give me some!

Ooooooo – ooooo – yeaaaaaah

Fuck that.

But when I’m in Ft. Lauderdale, I see all these fine people, all these
beautiful people, and I love each and every one of you. You know
‘cause sometimes it’s hard being Gene Ween. It is. It’s tough.
‘Cause, I just wanted, I just wanted to go back home, you know?

But I realized that I’ve got a job to do.

Claude: Man’s got work to do, man’s got work to do

Hey Mick, give me that fuckin’ Jack Daniels. Yeah. And I want to play
for you. And you know, I’s a professional.

Give me one more, give me one more

Claude: Brother wants to testify, brother wants to testify to the
people

Oooooo – ooooo

And you know when I see you fuckin’ people, it makes it all worth
while, ‘cause I’m just a man, I’m just a man, and I love you so much.
Thank you. I love you so much.

When I go back to the tour bus tonight and smoke a little more crack,
I’m gonna think about you people. And I’m gonna think about how good
you were to me tonight. Hanging out with me.

Give me a little somethin’

Oooooo-oooooo-yeaaaaahaaaa

It’s not easy, it’s not easy being green. And I am green. And I love
you for that, I love you for that. Because I think you’re green too.
My brothers and my sisters, thank you.
Claude: I want to tell you ahhh yeah

I’m gonna let my friend Glen, Glen MeCeland, speak for me for a little
while. He smoked a lot of crack, but I think he’s coming down, I think
he’s alright.

Basically, what I’m tryin to say is that I just love you people so
much. Hey Glenn, give me a little somethin’. It’s a brand new day. A
brand new day.

Glenn: I feel the full moon

The sun is risin’. The sun is risin’ up. The sun is RISIN’ UP!

Give it to me! Give something to the people.

Ooooooo – Ooooooo – oooooooo

This man’s got the love. If one man’s got the love, it’s Glenn.

Now Glenn just smoked a lot of crack.

Claude: I want to give it to my brother Geneeeer, yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaa

Glenn: He’s got the feelin’ Papa Gene, that was beautiful. I know
you were tryin. I know you feeling it. You’re wonderful

Claude: Brother Gene was testifying.

Glenn: Everybody Gene Ween tonight , Gene Ween. Gene Ween on lead
vocals. Gene Ween. Testifying for you all night long tonight. Pouring
his heart and soul into the show just Ft. Lauderdale. Dean Ween, after
seeing the Perfect Storm with me, we had a tear in our eye after the
move, and we managed to pull the show off. And it’s a beautiful thing
everybody. We love you.

Gene: Thank you guys tonight. We’re out of here. We’re gonna go
party back stage. Thank you.

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

so much thing to say right now

is that a bob marley wig
u are wearing
or are you just
police to see me.

Yes yet again you stumble here
expecting nuggets of blogger wisdom,
flashes of joyous cheeky wit,
palmfuls of fluffy wanking spanner growth,
teary thimbles trembling on a stack of pickled spam jelly

You stumble in here,
your eyes on their red veiny stalks
they see past the glow and they
aim to focus on the irritatingly small typeface,
and do they read this far,
or do they shuffle off for the next hit,
this time I know it's for real
god knows I've got to break freeeeeee.

But that next page you look at will
be an empty shell, all flashing lights and
robot shit for brains, a life fed on a steady
diet of showing off.
Insecure Wilmas calling their menfolk in for din dins.
Ripped gayboy with his dumb dolces and ordered othodoxy.

So just stay where you are right now, tap the screen with
the nail of your left little finger and repeat after me
"I am not an internet Sheep"

Did you do it?
Good, I knew you were'nt an internet sheep.
Ok
here's a picture for all you
attention deficit surfers

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Tuesday, November 01, 2005

child without an iPod

this is the name of my new
blog which will be the repository of
ultra cool podcasts or mp3s as they're more
usefully known.

this is the link to the blog

this is the link to the inaugural
downloadable dj set named folking hell

here are the tunes you can hear therein

ween - stacey
arbol - son todas putas
ween - belvedine
cosmic cretins - reggae junkie jew
duncan browne - in a mist
ewan macoll - van dieman's land
mae west - a guy what takes his time
pierre henry - breath
rhythm and sound - mash down version
simon finn - jerusalem
stereolab - soup groove #1
television personalities - seasons in the sun
ween - boys club
ween - tuffy mufffy
the drum club - u make me feel so good
vashti bunyan - against the sky

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Saturday, October 29, 2005

if i needed someone

you're the one that I'd be thinking of

so sir,
yes sir,
thankyou boss,
drat and double drat
clinker the rig master
youngsters in circle master haystack
ol' scarecrow hour is at hand
dark doom and rotten apples on the lawn
sniff runny nosed
listen to the elastic band
doiiiiinnnnngggggg
arrrrr me hearties
Tintin is afraid and his little
Snowie is all matted and piss-soaked.
Great Gigs is disguise
girl on girl
boy on boy
beast on beast
the firey sky
the crackling sulphur
dark deeds,
gunshot kilburn car window.
all in aid of
black pride.
ya get me
dja get me
peace brah
stab im up
stab im up
dja get me
asians sellin us illegal skin bleacher
dja get me

oh I get you against a brick wall,
deejays shadows, enoughs enuff
I want to lie down with
your beauty
Black Beauty
hearing sirens in my sleep
not a peep or a wink
but the sound of the man
interferes and demands
give up your dreams and
share them with the world.
From your tower high perch,
you are a slave to all you survey.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

flowers and petals all colourful like

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

this post kills pigs

yeah baby yeah,
sugar and spice and
all things nice,
flowers and peacocks too
shells and bells
penguins and butterflies

too sharp to last
the Jamies are deadly

momma knows best

can you give me a bunk up
over that wall?

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Monday, October 17, 2005

This man came down the road

This man came down the road and thought that he was an idiot when the complicated reasons for his existence never worked out that well, and there was absolutely nothing that he could possibly do about it. After a while he dedcided to embarrass the others by serving time on a ship and cooking all the food and cleaning up afterwards that was extremely kind of him and I wonder if there was ever anyone quite like him in the world before. So anyway , eventually the robots saw what was happening to the other young beings of light and they substituted the necklace for the pearls and split the frequencies up just when they were becoming most dangerous to the system. However a plan had already been hatched to counteract this terrible setup and so the young frankensteins were not able to foresee this eventuality and could neither predict what was going to happen next nor stop it. The gang waited until the beatings and interrogations were over.

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This is the feature film

This is the feature film,
Starring harry fintknapper
The screw turning modulation controller
With extra fine sheen tights and invisible plastic panties over the prickly blotched meat
Off turt club lahk
Vizualize the freekin’ cold wet night#
But I feel hot and shivery , fuckin voddy and redbull that,
Dressed like a slapper, thed never know oo I was
Me Harry Flintknapper
Screw turning modular arranger extroadinaire.

So…..

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

buenos tardes amigo

( this is a classic tale of Mexican Justice 2002 stylee)

Mexican village buries both the crime and the criminal

In the remote Mexican village of Dios Rios, justice is meted
out by the town elders. When one resident killed his cousin,
he was delivered a truly gruesome punishment
Teofilo Gonzalez Cano stabbed his cousin to death with two
quick jabs to the heart. They had been the best of friends,
growing up together in the same mud brick house in this tiny
village in southern Mexico. But one night they drank
themselves nearly blind on homemade grain alcohol. An
argument about nothing got out of hand, and soon Vicente
Gonzalez Santiago lay dead in the dirt

Teofilo ran. They found him at dawn, sitting in a forest
clutching his empty bottle. The local farmer who served as
village constable, another cousin of Teofilo's, bound his
hands behind his back and brought him in. The whole village
was waiting, more than 300 people. They forced Teofilo to he
facedown next to Vicente's corpse. They shouted at him,
called him a murderer. His mother sat in the dirt next to
her son, pleading for mercy.

The nearest police were more than two hours' drive away and
there was no telephone in Dos Rios, hidden in rugged
mountains 180 miles southwest of Mexico City. Justice in
this backwater belongs to a half a dozen town elders, who
stood over the two cousins in their early 30s, one dead and
one accused, and debated the punishment that day in 1999.

Finally they agreed.
"They said the two of them. Should be buried together," said
Catarina Cano Santiago, Teofilo's mother.
According to Cano, other Dos Rios residents and human rights
investigators, the elders enlisted villagers to carry out
the sentence. Some of the men hacked a grave in the rocky
soil of the village cemetery. Someone banged together a
flimsy wooden coffin, and the villagers put Vicente's body
in it. They hoisted the box and began a procession down a
narrow cow path to the graveyard. Others dragged Teofilo
by the arms. Women and children followed, marching under a
hot sun past fields of dead corn.

They placed Vicente's coffin in the hole, then threw Teofilo
in on top, with his arms and legs tied together. He screamed
and begged for his life, calling out to his mother, "Please
don't let them do this to me!" She tried to help him, but
her neighbours and friends held her back. The law had
spoken, and no one would stand in its way..
Twenty men started throwing dirt into the hole with shovels
and sticks. Teofilo, screaming, tried to climb out His
14yearold son, Felipe, ran to him and tried to hug him and
pull him up. Someone tossed a lasso around Teofilo's neck
and jerked him back into the grave, ripping him from his
boy's embrace. They pulled the crying youth away from his
father as the dirt piled higher and higher on top of him,
until he disappeared into the ground.
'When they finished," said his mother, "you could still hear
him screaming under the ground ..."

Fewer than 400 people live in Dos Rios, in a cluster of
softbrick huts baked by a close, heavy sun. There is no
electricity, not a light bulb in town. A priest comes once a
year to say Mass in the crumbling Roman Catholic church. It
has been months since a police patrol passed through

There is no formal accounting of how many people are killed
in Mexico's rough rural justice every year. But human rights
groups estimate that hundreds have been killed and hundreds
more beaten over the years in punishments meted out beyond
official scrutiny. Barrera said at least 10 people a year
are killed in the region around Dos Rios in a form of local
justice ...

Francisco Estrada Rojas, who teaches at the elementary
school, said the elders ordered Teofilo to he buried alive
to "teach a big lesson".
Estrada said that when the police arrived a day after the
murders, they wanted to dig up the men to see for themselves
what had happened, and to put the two men in separate
graves. But local officials told the police that no one in
town would help them ... There is a widespread belief here
that the officers were paid a bribe forget about the whole
thing.

They didn't arrest anybody," Estrada said. 'Because they
would have had to arrest the whole community."

Kevin Sullivan In the Washington Post March 15

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Thursday, October 06, 2005

let your fantasy shine

Crystal Heart
the greatest "legwarmer" movie ever made

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Saturday, October 01, 2005

TV Personalities

I'm going to see the TVPs.
After all these years.
Last year we heard bad news about
Dan Treacy
Thought he was gone for good,
now he spends time in the public library.
Not the one I work in.
They're gonna play in Kilburn,
There hasn't been gigs there
since the National got turned into
an evangelist church.

Out of all the wonderful songs
that Mr Treacy has written
the one that catches me in the
back of my throat
transports me to some time
in Glasgow in a sunny wind of
memories is The Dream Inspires,
I just have to think of that song in my head
and I can hear the chorus
and I feel this feeling
that they managed to put into that recording.
Very powerful stuff, unbelievable.
When Dan first sings "dreaming spires"
I feel tears well up and just want to abandon
myself.
An all encompassing transcendent emotion.
More than 8 miles high.

"Stand amid the dreaming spires,
see the dream go higher and higher"

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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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