This weeks cutlery drawer is driven by the rather talented, soon to be seen on 'Later' with Jools Holland, singing ensemble, the fabuloso 'Watercats'.They hit us not with a rythm stick but with the fantastico theme from the moniker of the late Mr Dury's song 'Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll'.
A reaction to this was not only to be writed but also recordified! Rimmmskyyyykorsikov!
The writification of the verbals took less than 5 mins, the recordo took about half an earth hour, but the uploadifiying to vidleotube took FOREVER!
While I waited, I wrote a 600 page novel and carved an impressive impression of the dangling gardeniums of Babylonia out of my back teeth which had fallen out from sheer boredom.
Ivory is banned but EEjit teeth are legit so this sculptural beauty is for sale at a reasonable €2000 and can be shipped (at no additional cost) to anywhere in the world, except Carlow.
(An embargo on the transportation of human teeth, not attached to a living head, has been in place there since the great Gold Tooth Rush of '64.)
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(Black gloves, white frost,black crepe, white lead,
white sheet, black knight, jet black, dead white)
From Sweet Gene Vincent by Ian Dury.
Too far gone for sex and drugs or rock and roll
I’m over Beethoven, I’m the last of the Mohicans
The dynasty of the dinosaur
Too old to live too young to die
I’m stuck in the middle without you
Medicated mendicant fucked up philanderer
Dead beat downbeat pretender
I thought I could have been a contender
See the spark snuffed out drowned
Clown about town
Arrogance of youth to waste
Oiling the wheels of commotion
Volcanos of emotion
Pool hall cannonball
Jack the Hat, dragon-chased
God didn’t bless you Dark Donegal
Nor Nenagh from the phone box
In Borrisokane, to the world of
Dominion, Roxy, Roundhouse ,
Hammersmith Odeon, Spread Eagle, Stretford.End.
Scarred up lines of jacked-up escape
Painting the town with blood
Red revolution deep down knowing no better
Despite it all, some nights I never go to sleep
And it all amounted to a heavenly despair
Graveyard ticket one way tripped out
Wonder. Wasted. Only, if only, my bones were broken
But worst of all, there’s still you,
and you are the one that’s gone.