Memories locked away
Torch diminished
(Though never extinguished)
Feelings controlled
Then BAM!!
The click of a mouse
And the vault split wide open
A tsunami of emotion and longing
Threatens to sweep away
My fragile mental health
And my everyday inert equilibrium
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Need help to finish this one......................
I thought that we'd grow old together
I thought that you'd be here forever...........
The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes 'round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive memories..................................
I thought that you'd be here forever...........
The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes 'round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive memories..................................
Protecting A Man That Will Never Change - WHY??
On your neck the bruises of love
On your neck the bruises of hate
In your heart
The bruises
That will never ever fade
How long will it take you
To learn where the doors are
That you oughta put the light on
When it gets dark
That a lover's touch
Is not always the touch
Of a lover
With every bruise
There comes a 'sorry'
But how many bruises
Before it loses
It's meaning
Tears of sorrow
Tears of joy
Tears of a crocodile
Disguised as a boy
On your neck the bruises of hate
In your heart
The bruises
That will never ever fade
How long will it take you
To learn where the doors are
That you oughta put the light on
When it gets dark
That a lover's touch
Is not always the touch
Of a lover
With every bruise
There comes a 'sorry'
But how many bruises
Before it loses
It's meaning
Tears of sorrow
Tears of joy
Tears of a crocodile
Disguised as a boy
Silver Despair
Something so cold and cruel
So damp and damning
To a vulgar extreme
now harbours all my dreams
A bedsit, once was
Now home to a boy
With accent bluntly northern
And face so weather beaten
I watch every morning
from my glass tower eye sore
During 'bored' meetings
Though glimpses strictly fleeting
As he removes his splintered window
Sinew straining, tight tanned torso
Ears pierced, nose stud, tattoos a go go
My mind drifts
To the fringe of the city
Where nervous trepidation
Preceeds my bout of degradation
The phone re-affirms my misery
Despair at a silver anniversary
'Sir, your wife is on line three'
So damp and damning
To a vulgar extreme
now harbours all my dreams
A bedsit, once was
Now home to a boy
With accent bluntly northern
And face so weather beaten
I watch every morning
from my glass tower eye sore
During 'bored' meetings
Though glimpses strictly fleeting
As he removes his splintered window
Sinew straining, tight tanned torso
Ears pierced, nose stud, tattoos a go go
My mind drifts
To the fringe of the city
Where nervous trepidation
Preceeds my bout of degradation
The phone re-affirms my misery
Despair at a silver anniversary
'Sir, your wife is on line three'
Unbelievable things have been happening in this mad crazy country whilst I've been away, and a few in our neck o't'woods. Stabbings and happy slapping deaths. The world is going mad. I used to dislike the idea of changing our laws to accommodate foreigners - hey, if you're willing to work and contribute good to the country, you're welcome with open arms, but don't start asking me to stop my way of life to accommodate yours - but the more crazy this world gets, the more I am coming round to adopting various aspects of Sharia law. Not all of it, but the bits on law and order sound just like the kind of thing that we need for a few years to try to rid this ridiculous attitude that seems to pervade that anyone can do whatever the fuck the want to whatever or whoever and there be no consequences, or the consequences are so nondescript that they are almost like a badge of honour. Hands off for stealing, castration for rape, execution for murder, sign me up, I'm all for it.
Theres too much 'sympathy' for the scum of this world, too many people willing to shout up for their human rights - what about the human rights of those who are the victims???? - and make excuses for them because of their circumstances. Well, I say fuck 'em. You might live in a tenement, with only one parent, and because you fucked about at school you can't get a decent job, but thats no excuse for stabbing people and kicking them to death. Its about time someone had the bollocks to stand up and say enough is enough. Fuck the scrotes and the do gooders. This once great country is being slowly pulled down into the gutter because of the wooly liberals and the do gooders constantly defending low life scum.
I will draw up a manifesto for my (imaginary) attempt at power, and publish shortly, but you can bet yer bottom dollar that the first against the wall for the firing squad will be the lawyers and social workers who defend the Jeremy kyle guests of this world, closely followed by the guests themselves.........................
Theres too much 'sympathy' for the scum of this world, too many people willing to shout up for their human rights - what about the human rights of those who are the victims???? - and make excuses for them because of their circumstances. Well, I say fuck 'em. You might live in a tenement, with only one parent, and because you fucked about at school you can't get a decent job, but thats no excuse for stabbing people and kicking them to death. Its about time someone had the bollocks to stand up and say enough is enough. Fuck the scrotes and the do gooders. This once great country is being slowly pulled down into the gutter because of the wooly liberals and the do gooders constantly defending low life scum.
I will draw up a manifesto for my (imaginary) attempt at power, and publish shortly, but you can bet yer bottom dollar that the first against the wall for the firing squad will be the lawyers and social workers who defend the Jeremy kyle guests of this world, closely followed by the guests themselves.........................
Evening all!!
Back from a fabulous week in the sun, where all was well and I was at peace and ate far too much and drank far too much and ordered our meal in St Tropez in (af)fluent French, enquiring about items on the menu and impressing all around!!! Will try to post some photos up here when I learn how to do it - Mr Z, mail me so I can pick yer brains!! - especially the ones of Pompeii which was amazing.
Leeds lost, but hey ho, next year we will walk the league (unless the football league decide to rob us again). Marching on together.
A rant is on its way...............................................
Back from a fabulous week in the sun, where all was well and I was at peace and ate far too much and drank far too much and ordered our meal in St Tropez in (af)fluent French, enquiring about items on the menu and impressing all around!!! Will try to post some photos up here when I learn how to do it - Mr Z, mail me so I can pick yer brains!! - especially the ones of Pompeii which was amazing.
Leeds lost, but hey ho, next year we will walk the league (unless the football league decide to rob us again). Marching on together.
A rant is on its way...............................................
Monday, 19 May 2008
C'est la viz
The person who coined the phrase 'as different as chalk and cheese'
obviously hadn't tasted Kwik Save's cheddar.
If smoking is bad for you, how come it cures Salmon?
We should remember the tremendous contribution of the Queen Mother tothe war effort: as the BBC pointed out, she 'bravely remained in Londonbeside her husband' during the war.
This contrasts sharply with the actions of my grandfather who, on thedeclaration of war immediately left his wife and children and p*ssedoff, first to France, then North Africa, Italy, France (again) andfinally Germany. The shame will always be with us.
Like the Queen Mum, my grandfather was a frequent visitor to the EastEnd during the dark days of the blitz, but he was never hailed as a heroby the people of London . That's because he flew Heinkel bombers for the Luftwaffe.
Davina McCall says that dangling off a helicopter over the Grand Canyonon a 700 foot bungee rope was the most terrifying and dangerous thingshe has ever done. She must be forgetting that she went out with Stan Collymore.
obviously hadn't tasted Kwik Save's cheddar.
If smoking is bad for you, how come it cures Salmon?
We should remember the tremendous contribution of the Queen Mother tothe war effort: as the BBC pointed out, she 'bravely remained in Londonbeside her husband' during the war.
This contrasts sharply with the actions of my grandfather who, on thedeclaration of war immediately left his wife and children and p*ssedoff, first to France, then North Africa, Italy, France (again) andfinally Germany. The shame will always be with us.
Like the Queen Mum, my grandfather was a frequent visitor to the EastEnd during the dark days of the blitz, but he was never hailed as a heroby the people of London . That's because he flew Heinkel bombers for the Luftwaffe.
Davina McCall says that dangling off a helicopter over the Grand Canyonon a 700 foot bungee rope was the most terrifying and dangerous thingshe has ever done. She must be forgetting that she went out with Stan Collymore.
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Silly Joke, But Funny
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,
We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.
If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, 'Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk'.
We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, 'May I have the key'?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...
...silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, 'This is the key to the last door'.
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
. . . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.
That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply,
We can't tell you. You're not a monk.
The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.
If the only way I can find out what that sound was, is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?
The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.
The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.
The monks reply, 'Congratulations, you are correct and now you are a monk'.
We shall now show you the way to the sound.
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound is behind that door.
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks, 'May I have the key'?
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man requests the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,...
...silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, 'This is the key to the last door'.
The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight.
. . . But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.
Off On Holiday
So this will be my last post for a while................
Never mind cheering, your mocking may be amusing to you, but the fact you're here reading is more amusing to me........!!!
On a boat round the med, which should be fab. Nice and sunny, loads to eat, a few (too many) beers, relaxing, my mp3 player loaded to the max.............. Can't wait!! Hopefully Sky Sports on so I can cheer the champions of Europe on to promotion on Sunday afternoon. Come on Leeds, get some blood on yer boots.........!!
Interesting news this week that Peter Sutcliffe has started to make a case for being released from prison/hospital. For those of you who don't know, he found notoriety in the late 70s as Britain's last at large serial killer, murdering women in the north of England. I hold an unhealthy 'obsession' with all things Peter Sutcliffe - my holiday reading will be a book written before he was caught about who they thought he was - and will be watching how the story develops with great interest. Here's a link to one of the many Peter Sutcliffe sites (also known as The Yorkshire Ripper)..................
http://www.execulink.com/~kbrannen/
Bad news that Royal Mail are planning to close down my local Post Office. All down to profitability. What a load of absolute bollocks. How do you measure profitability? To me, a service such as a Post Office should be measured in its worth to the local community, not how many stamps it sells. I hate this forever profit drive that seems to engulf our services, streamlining, tendering, privatisation, best value, and all the other buzz words that mean the same thing......GREED. Perhaps we should just have done and let Tesco run the entire world (maybe I'd see Tony on a daily basis!!). Fucking stinks in my eyes.
But on a happier note, my sun tan lotion is packed, and am about to fly fly fly away. But before i do, heres a bit of Marc to keep you warm and comfy in my absence.....................
Takes a boa to know her!!!!!!!!!!!
Never mind cheering, your mocking may be amusing to you, but the fact you're here reading is more amusing to me........!!!
On a boat round the med, which should be fab. Nice and sunny, loads to eat, a few (too many) beers, relaxing, my mp3 player loaded to the max.............. Can't wait!! Hopefully Sky Sports on so I can cheer the champions of Europe on to promotion on Sunday afternoon. Come on Leeds, get some blood on yer boots.........!!
Interesting news this week that Peter Sutcliffe has started to make a case for being released from prison/hospital. For those of you who don't know, he found notoriety in the late 70s as Britain's last at large serial killer, murdering women in the north of England. I hold an unhealthy 'obsession' with all things Peter Sutcliffe - my holiday reading will be a book written before he was caught about who they thought he was - and will be watching how the story develops with great interest. Here's a link to one of the many Peter Sutcliffe sites (also known as The Yorkshire Ripper)..................
http://www.execulink.com/~kbrannen/
Bad news that Royal Mail are planning to close down my local Post Office. All down to profitability. What a load of absolute bollocks. How do you measure profitability? To me, a service such as a Post Office should be measured in its worth to the local community, not how many stamps it sells. I hate this forever profit drive that seems to engulf our services, streamlining, tendering, privatisation, best value, and all the other buzz words that mean the same thing......GREED. Perhaps we should just have done and let Tesco run the entire world (maybe I'd see Tony on a daily basis!!). Fucking stinks in my eyes.
But on a happier note, my sun tan lotion is packed, and am about to fly fly fly away. But before i do, heres a bit of Marc to keep you warm and comfy in my absence.....................
Takes a boa to know her!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend - well, cyber friend - went to see Marc in Cornwall this weekend (Friday counts as weekend to me!!) and here is her review of the show............
Hi,
Sorry for the delay in getting this to you – was hoping to send pics, but they’ll have to follow in another note.
I won’t go into the details of the journey there, but it was a total nightmare and we arrived in the Festival Marquee, just as the lights went down and the show started. The Festival Marquee appeared to be in the grounds of the local primary school and was filled with local people of all ages – not a Marc fan insight – at first. It was all very bizarre!
Marc had the band, Neil, Martin, Carl and Dave and opened with I have Lived. Despite the ‘mixed’ audience he got a great welcome and seemed quite relaxed (considering everything, rain, marquee etc) and spoke about looking forward to cream teas in Cornwall – despite the weather, which was vile buy that point…Next was Redeem Me and again the reception was really good from the audience. R, M and I were sat on the LHS of the stage 3rd row – next to a journo and photographer for The St Austell Voice (J) – article to be published on Weds I think….
Marc did a section of acoustic songs with Neil, Dream Lover, Child Star, Brilliant Creatures and Amsterdam which was fantastic! The audience were really responsive and enjoying the show and Marc was obviously surprised by the reaction he was getting and loving it! Mr Sad was a real treat with the whole band again, before the 1st half was closed with a set of songs with Martin on piano, What makes a man a man, Yesterday when I was young, If you go away and Jacky. It was great to hear If you go away, I really love that one, but I cannot tell you how well the whole set was received by such a non standard Marc audience! The audience was the complete opposite of the unquestioning, loyal and devoted from the Wilton’s shows. A real mixture of locals supporting the Du Maurier festival, pensioners, ladies in the 30’s who may have remembered Marc from the 80’s and were out for a night out and a good time….During the break Rod overheard someone describing Marc as very professional and expressionate ;-)
During the break we did spot a few familiar faces, 2 fans from Birmingham – Adrian and a girl with a black bob whose name I missed, the Japanese fan and a one or two others….M was with us and was wearing the Stardom Rd T-Shirt – he was receiving a lot of comments!!! Don’t think people expected a 5 year old to be a fan! He sang along with all the songs and had a great view as the layout mean there was only 1 row of seats in front of us.
The second half opened with Something’s gotten hold of my heart and the whole place came alive ! A bunch of ladies immediately jumped up and started dancing in the area between the stage and front row – Marc seemed thrilled by the reaction! Next was Back stage I’m lonely, then Tears Run rings, and My Hand over my heart. More and more people began to fill the ‘dance floor’ and by the time Marc did Days of Pearly Spencer it was like being in a nightclub! Marc then did The Boy who came back and M and I went down to the front of the stage and he sat on the edge of the stage, in front of Martin Watkins J
Next was Tainted Love and the whole place (~500 people) went wild! Next was What and then I close my eyes. Marc was obviously really enjoying himself and was jumping around the stage – so far away from the ‘exhauted’ angry figure from IndigO2. He closed the set with SHWG and I’ve never heard it get a better reception – the whole audience appeared to sing along!
We’d taken flowers and hoped we’d get chance to give them to Marc. During the final section of SHWG someone gave Marc, Neil and Martin red Gerbera, M ran back to our seats to get our flowers and stood on the edge of the stage and handed them to Marc as he walked towards us J Marc was very kind, smiled and waved to M, before taking the flowers back to the middle of the stage where he thanked me also J I was very very happy and M and I had a big hug and waved to Marc as he closed the song. We weren’t able to record it and there’s no chance any of this will be posted on YouTube, but we shall never forget it!
It was a really really special night – I’m sorry that you weren’t there, but I’m sure Bexhill/Leeds – your next show will be fabulous. After a terrible journey to get there, and last minute, post Wilton’s ticket purchases, it was more than worth all the hassle and we were sooo pleased to have been there to experience a great set of songs, in a fabulous atmosphere, with a happy and relaxed Marc and most of all for M and Marc to have ‘met’.
It was great to see Marc being able to connect and entertain such an audience, as well as the devoted at Wilton’s only a week or two ago - if ever he needed reassurance that he still has the ability to be a great performer he need look no further than these shows.
I do hope Marc wasn’t too freaked out to be confronted by a small boy in a Stardom Rd T-shirt on the edge of the stage holding a bunch of red roses!
Pics to follow tomorrow – they’re not great, but thought you’d like to see them none the less ….
Hi,
Sorry for the delay in getting this to you – was hoping to send pics, but they’ll have to follow in another note.
I won’t go into the details of the journey there, but it was a total nightmare and we arrived in the Festival Marquee, just as the lights went down and the show started. The Festival Marquee appeared to be in the grounds of the local primary school and was filled with local people of all ages – not a Marc fan insight – at first. It was all very bizarre!
Marc had the band, Neil, Martin, Carl and Dave and opened with I have Lived. Despite the ‘mixed’ audience he got a great welcome and seemed quite relaxed (considering everything, rain, marquee etc) and spoke about looking forward to cream teas in Cornwall – despite the weather, which was vile buy that point…Next was Redeem Me and again the reception was really good from the audience. R, M and I were sat on the LHS of the stage 3rd row – next to a journo and photographer for The St Austell Voice (J) – article to be published on Weds I think….
Marc did a section of acoustic songs with Neil, Dream Lover, Child Star, Brilliant Creatures and Amsterdam which was fantastic! The audience were really responsive and enjoying the show and Marc was obviously surprised by the reaction he was getting and loving it! Mr Sad was a real treat with the whole band again, before the 1st half was closed with a set of songs with Martin on piano, What makes a man a man, Yesterday when I was young, If you go away and Jacky. It was great to hear If you go away, I really love that one, but I cannot tell you how well the whole set was received by such a non standard Marc audience! The audience was the complete opposite of the unquestioning, loyal and devoted from the Wilton’s shows. A real mixture of locals supporting the Du Maurier festival, pensioners, ladies in the 30’s who may have remembered Marc from the 80’s and were out for a night out and a good time….During the break Rod overheard someone describing Marc as very professional and expressionate ;-)
During the break we did spot a few familiar faces, 2 fans from Birmingham – Adrian and a girl with a black bob whose name I missed, the Japanese fan and a one or two others….M was with us and was wearing the Stardom Rd T-Shirt – he was receiving a lot of comments!!! Don’t think people expected a 5 year old to be a fan! He sang along with all the songs and had a great view as the layout mean there was only 1 row of seats in front of us.
The second half opened with Something’s gotten hold of my heart and the whole place came alive ! A bunch of ladies immediately jumped up and started dancing in the area between the stage and front row – Marc seemed thrilled by the reaction! Next was Back stage I’m lonely, then Tears Run rings, and My Hand over my heart. More and more people began to fill the ‘dance floor’ and by the time Marc did Days of Pearly Spencer it was like being in a nightclub! Marc then did The Boy who came back and M and I went down to the front of the stage and he sat on the edge of the stage, in front of Martin Watkins J
Next was Tainted Love and the whole place (~500 people) went wild! Next was What and then I close my eyes. Marc was obviously really enjoying himself and was jumping around the stage – so far away from the ‘exhauted’ angry figure from IndigO2. He closed the set with SHWG and I’ve never heard it get a better reception – the whole audience appeared to sing along!
We’d taken flowers and hoped we’d get chance to give them to Marc. During the final section of SHWG someone gave Marc, Neil and Martin red Gerbera, M ran back to our seats to get our flowers and stood on the edge of the stage and handed them to Marc as he walked towards us J Marc was very kind, smiled and waved to M, before taking the flowers back to the middle of the stage where he thanked me also J I was very very happy and M and I had a big hug and waved to Marc as he closed the song. We weren’t able to record it and there’s no chance any of this will be posted on YouTube, but we shall never forget it!
It was a really really special night – I’m sorry that you weren’t there, but I’m sure Bexhill/Leeds – your next show will be fabulous. After a terrible journey to get there, and last minute, post Wilton’s ticket purchases, it was more than worth all the hassle and we were sooo pleased to have been there to experience a great set of songs, in a fabulous atmosphere, with a happy and relaxed Marc and most of all for M and Marc to have ‘met’.
It was great to see Marc being able to connect and entertain such an audience, as well as the devoted at Wilton’s only a week or two ago - if ever he needed reassurance that he still has the ability to be a great performer he need look no further than these shows.
I do hope Marc wasn’t too freaked out to be confronted by a small boy in a Stardom Rd T-shirt on the edge of the stage holding a bunch of red roses!
Pics to follow tomorrow – they’re not great, but thought you’d like to see them none the less ….
Marc Coming To Leeds
A cheaper trip to see the only voice!!
http://www.leedsgrandtheatre.com/marc_almond_unid2db8_page.aspx
http://www.leedsgrandtheatre.com/marc_almond_unid2db8_page.aspx
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Baby Dee
Absolute genius, Baby Dee should not be a secret, she should be on everybody's CD player. Here is the fabulous Dee singing 'When I Get Home', live in London. Her new album, Safe Inside The Day is out now, and her myspace page is here.....
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=68182999
In a world of bland and recycled pop music, people like Dee deserve to be lauded for daring to do other than a shit cover versions or Cathy Dennis penned bland. Pop Idol this is not, but who gives a fuck, pop idol is shite!!
Long live Dee
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=68182999
In a world of bland and recycled pop music, people like Dee deserve to be lauded for daring to do other than a shit cover versions or Cathy Dennis penned bland. Pop Idol this is not, but who gives a fuck, pop idol is shite!!
Long live Dee
A Fellow Almond Blogger........................
...please pop in and say Hello, but try not to wave goodbye!!!
http://piley.blogspot.com/
http://piley.blogspot.com/
Fuck It, Pure Almond Indulgence........
Why is this man not acknowledged as the greatest musical national treasure......??
Listen to the track, read the lyrics, and argue that he aint genius. Impossible. And this is less than 12 months on from Tainted Love..............
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took
Why play the game of place the pain
When you end up feeling just the same
Anyway...
Sleep comes so slowly now
So hard to keep the eyelids down
And you're hoping soon to drown the sound
Of a voice you know that whispers in
Your mind...
Oh, it was a sad, sad day
The day you turned away
And there was nothing in your eye
You had told me once you found it impossible
To cry...
I know you've been there and back
I've been there too
But it was never really deep in you
To do those things you had to do...
And in your sleepy bedroom eyes
I saw the signs
And I lay awake all night
In the cold
Until the light burned my side
And there was nothing
There was nothing anymore...
And there was nothing
Not a feeling
As you glanced back from the door...
Move away to find another place
That illustrates your point of view
Surrounded by the little things
That re-assure
That reflect you...
Ooooo and there was nothing
And there was nothing in my heart
And there was nothing in my head
The light in your eyes is changing all the time
And I still have your smile
Burned into my mind...
Listen to the track, read the lyrics, and argue that he aint genius. Impossible. And this is less than 12 months on from Tainted Love..............
Searching through the memory books
Of photographs your lovers took
Why play the game of place the pain
When you end up feeling just the same
Anyway...
Sleep comes so slowly now
So hard to keep the eyelids down
And you're hoping soon to drown the sound
Of a voice you know that whispers in
Your mind...
Oh, it was a sad, sad day
The day you turned away
And there was nothing in your eye
You had told me once you found it impossible
To cry...
I know you've been there and back
I've been there too
But it was never really deep in you
To do those things you had to do...
And in your sleepy bedroom eyes
I saw the signs
And I lay awake all night
In the cold
Until the light burned my side
And there was nothing
There was nothing anymore...
And there was nothing
Not a feeling
As you glanced back from the door...
Move away to find another place
That illustrates your point of view
Surrounded by the little things
That re-assure
That reflect you...
Ooooo and there was nothing
And there was nothing in my heart
And there was nothing in my head
The light in your eyes is changing all the time
And I still have your smile
Burned into my mind...
And Then They Wondered Why I Turned Out Like I Did part 2
You must watch this to the end. This is everything The Fabulous Death Of Me would have been................................
And Then They Wonder Why I Turned Out Like I Did part 1
Oh God it's another disease
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again
And you find yourself having sex
In the back of a car
And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly there
And she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot
OH SHIT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN THE RUBBER...........
Perfect words for a 12 year old!!!!!
God bless ya Marc
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again
And you find yourself having sex
In the back of a car
And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly there
And she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot
OH SHIT YOU'VE FORGOTTEN THE RUBBER...........
Perfect words for a 12 year old!!!!!
God bless ya Marc
All Hail The Boris
The news that Boris has been voted Mayor of London is one that pleases me no end. Not because I'm a Tory. Not because I vote Labour. No, as a non-London dweller, this has to be the best election vote EVER!!
He is such a buffoon, but living outside London, I don't care. I may start a thread of Boris-isms!! He is a complete halfwit - surely that could be a Boris-ism - but he will be absolutely first class entertainment. He is the prince Phillip of the political world. Words like picaninny and calling the scousers a group who love to wallow in tragedy augers well for a non stop stream of quotes and funnies that can be added to the blog!!
Politics, and especially politicians, is not the most interesting topic usually, and certainly not something to celebrate or talk of in any other mode than moaning and complaining - hey, you've read my rants, and they are the water cress of the ice berg!! - but now it is all gonna change. Hey, he literally stumbled into office, so roll on the good times, the funny politics, the humour and positivity of being able to smile when talking about politics.
To any cockneys reading, if you weren't cockneys you would have my sympathy, but fuck it, you've had the advantages and favours for long enough. Its our turn to laugh at you now.
HAIL HAIL THE BORIS!!
He is such a buffoon, but living outside London, I don't care. I may start a thread of Boris-isms!! He is a complete halfwit - surely that could be a Boris-ism - but he will be absolutely first class entertainment. He is the prince Phillip of the political world. Words like picaninny and calling the scousers a group who love to wallow in tragedy augers well for a non stop stream of quotes and funnies that can be added to the blog!!
Politics, and especially politicians, is not the most interesting topic usually, and certainly not something to celebrate or talk of in any other mode than moaning and complaining - hey, you've read my rants, and they are the water cress of the ice berg!! - but now it is all gonna change. Hey, he literally stumbled into office, so roll on the good times, the funny politics, the humour and positivity of being able to smile when talking about politics.
To any cockneys reading, if you weren't cockneys you would have my sympathy, but fuck it, you've had the advantages and favours for long enough. Its our turn to laugh at you now.
HAIL HAIL THE BORIS!!
Saturday, 10 May 2008
A few pages from my favourites............
http://www.myspace.com/marcalmondofficial
http://www.marcalmond.co.uk/
http://www.alissongothz.com.br/leighbowery/
http://www.chavtowns.co.uk/
http://www.lewisslade.com/gene/genehome.html
http://www.dresdendolls.com/
http://www.valdenham.com/
http://www.wiltons.org.uk/
http://www.shadowfire.de/warholizer
http://www.dictionaraoke.org/song.html
Might keep you out of mischief for a bit!!
http://www.myspace.com/marcalmondofficial
http://www.marcalmond.co.uk/
http://www.alissongothz.com.br/leighbowery/
http://www.chavtowns.co.uk/
http://www.lewisslade.com/gene/genehome.html
http://www.dresdendolls.com/
http://www.valdenham.com/
http://www.wiltons.org.uk/
http://www.shadowfire.de/warholizer
http://www.dictionaraoke.org/song.html
Might keep you out of mischief for a bit!!
15pts, Who Gives A Fuck.......
....we're super Leeds and we're going up.
Monday, Sky Sports. COME ON YOU MIGHTY WHITES!!!
Monday, Sky Sports. COME ON YOU MIGHTY WHITES!!!
Tony, I Apologise...............
.....the lure of a barbey and a few - well, okay, a hangover's worth!! - of cool refreshing lager got the better of me tonight.
Lets make it Tuesday for the Boris appreciation day. All hail the halfwit!!
Lets make it Tuesday for the Boris appreciation day. All hail the halfwit!!
Friday, 9 May 2008
Found This Man On Someone Else's Site........
.... and he is so unpolitically correct he is fantastic............
Sad Day At The Shay
The death of Halifax Town. Very sad. Am hoping to pull all the numbers in the EuroMillions to save them from extinction............
Back from the smoke, but the delay is because I am only just back of this world!! Mr Almond was on tip top form, doing a show for fans, performing just a couple of singles in a 2 hour set, and none of them were hits and are more than 20 years old!!
Singing some of his old stuff, some of his unreleased stuff, some obscure B-Sides, some cover versions, some Russian songs etc, we were all treated to an artist who is in the prime of his career, performing in the world's oldest music hall to only a couple of hundred people each night, making it a very intense and personal show, complete and utter genius. I know I'm probably preaching to the perverted, but here is Marc singing Gyp The Blood, to finish the show...............
Singing some of his old stuff, some of his unreleased stuff, some obscure B-Sides, some cover versions, some Russian songs etc, we were all treated to an artist who is in the prime of his career, performing in the world's oldest music hall to only a couple of hundred people each night, making it a very intense and personal show, complete and utter genius. I know I'm probably preaching to the perverted, but here is Marc singing Gyp The Blood, to finish the show...............
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