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its not that hes there,but hes where we want to be.
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when our lass says 'there' it kinda means in the zone.
Maybe it's the twilight zone :wink: or maybe he's the guy sat watching the twilight zone - & we're playing our parts.
Mybe he's the guy watching the news while others are sucked into watching the unreality of the twilight zone.
maybe he's just doing his gardening?
Fuckin hell - who's writing the script? who's the bastard director? (twat cork had our lass in stitches by the way)
Maybe, just maybe i'm off my f**king tits right this moment & I should probably stop posting now, as i just deleted a horrible sentence where i was going on about dewdrops on a leaf & a load of other really wank hippy shit.
Power to the plonktoids. up the revolting evolution.
wa-hey :lol: :D

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diverdee wrote: just maybe i'm off my f**king tits right this moment & I should probably stop posting now, as i just deleted a horrible sentence where i was going on about dewdrops on a leaf & a load of other really wank hippy shit.
Power to the plonktoids. up the revolting evolution.
wa-hey :lol: :D



post more im lookin for lyrical nonsense :)
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I am the man for lyrical nonsense mate - what i used to do fronting a trip hop band. main influences chomsky, robert anton wilson (& one of the guys was a serious alastair crowley fan).
that's what this thread was originally about wasn't it - artistic blockage etc. - i get blocked & sometimes (usually when i'm off on one) the lyrics flood out - & it sometimes takes me months to work out what all the ramblings about.

little sample of some lyrics i started & never finished (as usual) - one day.

it’s the war of the worlds
earth vs. Jupiter
cos the inhabitants of Jupiter
reckon we stole enough loot from there
their physiologically designed
to breath methane
and aint too happy were promoting
the breathing of air.
Their digestive tracts aint built
To metabolise big-macs,
But now on every street corner
We been building those facts.
They float serenely through the atmosphere
Like ethereal manta rays
Didn’t even have a word for fear
Until the first man landed there
And planted a flag
And eager for sexual gratification
Went searching for the nearest local slag
Or brothel.

They don’t need to eat
They survive by utilising
A process not dissimilar to photosynthesis
but there's no profit in this.

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still a bit raw - but one night i just wrote reams & reams of lyrics - & i'm still trying to sort them out.
I'd been heavily depresses & bouncing off the walls for a long time like i wrore earlier learning about the reality of the way the world works got me down - & when that floodgate released the lyrics were catharsasis kind of.

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i'll tell you what - a good fuckin shag helps any kinda blockage mate. failing that do what my guy said earlier have glass of water & a wank - marvelous.
Just don't let your mum catch you - or you'll have to get all derek & clive on her arse. - russian spies in the wallpaper etc.

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if my mum caught me id have to ask her what she was doin at my house at this time in the mornin :o
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so wouid i mate!!! she's supposed to be here cooking me some beans. :D

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diverdee wrote: Just don't let your mum catch you - or you'll have to get all derek & clive on her arse.
Your mum, does she give you the horn?

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come again?

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