Cruising down carnality canal in my canoe, can I canoodle?

Ian Durie, RIP

I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies

First line on Triumph by Wu Tang. Inspectah Deck.

“Strap-on Sally chased us down the alley,
We feared for our behinds”

The Seahorses.

If I had
If I had more
More would be laid at your feet

If you give me
Just a little smile
The dogs on my trail wouldn’t drag me back to jail

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

All I want is to be a happy man
All I want is to be a happy man

I’ve seen teeth
Across the horizon
Fangs spanning yellow against the earth

There ain’t nothing, yeah but ghosts
Fever, rabbit dreams and drunken boats

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

All I want is to be a happy man
All I want is to be a happy man

I woke up in a horse’s stomach one foggy morning
His eyes were crazy and he smashed into the cemetery gates

Found myself crying on New Years Eve
After a year of holding it in.
I guess I could have seen a hundred lonely faces
Tryin’ to freeze a grin
(oh yes indeed-oh)
I’m gonna try harder in the coming year,
‘cos nothing much’s been happenin’ here,
And maybe one day I will find
A Valentine.
(ooh-ohh)
It’s gonna be good
It’s gonna be better
It’s gonna be good (so long baby!)
It’s gonna be better.

A few spring to mind.

“And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well let them take you next
‘Cos you live and be thankful you’re here
See it could be you tomorrow next year”

“When i am sad and weary
When all my hope is gone
I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on”

“Like Billy says whether you have or you have not wealth
The system might fail you but don’t fail yourself”

“People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd

The look in your eyes
When you gave this to me
Just put me on my guard
In this elegant chaos
I stand to one side”

“They’re Justified and they’re Ancient
And they drive an ice cream van”

slainte 8) rob

Look at my horse.
My horse is amazing.
Give it a lick.
Mmmm, it tastes just like raisins.

I’ve a stroke of its mane.
It turns into a plane,
and then it turns back again
when you tug on its winky.
Oooh that’s dirty!

Do you think so?
Well I better not show you
where the lemonade is made.
Sweet lemonade,
Mmm sweet lemonade,
Sweet lemonade,
Yeah sweet lemonade.

(dance to horse playing keyboard)

Get on my horse.
I’ll take you round the universe,
and all the other places too.

I think you’ll find that the universe
pretty much covers everything.
Shut up woman get on my horse!

She gives him love on the leatherette,
Steaming up the glass because I’ve seen her.
But she only loves him because he’s got a Cortina.

“Take me to the movies; the movies where I feel your boobies”.

From some drum and bass/house song I was listening to a little while ago…

I want your whiskey mouth
All over my blond south…

Lady Gaga

Go downtown and eat it like a vulture

Missy Elliott. As Adam and Joe said, it’s probably about Mr Wu’s all you can eat buffet.

something by lady gaga..?

“Try wearing a cap”

or

“I wiggle when I piddle
‘Cos my middle is a riddle”

or

“And what a scummy man
Just give him half a chance
I bet he’ll rob you if he can”

Drop into action. You was relaxing…?
Extreme !! Now you’re doing the max and ooh! It’s inside ya keeping you hyper
Shoot you out of your cloud like a mystic sniper
Now all those non-believers we’ll flatten
With future patterns due to split the atoms
Vibes causing symphonic spasms; and baby’s having secret orgasms

😈

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Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interestKing of pen and sing to a metronome without an influenceShot burner off-kilter bust shit at randomlike civil war muskets or ADD kids throwin tantrumsOut out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunchUsing the populace like Fed fed the meat to public school lunchesSad to say im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapistOut of all shots mine are worn from hit ‘n’ runs, caught ’em mixtapelessStraight from limbo where the most favourite dish is facesMarching like Dimes or Orangemen through BelfastManimal hybrids be combination, then beatboxtil the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapelessDodging thought police this patient zero the folk heroClepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacentSpecialize in neuter services and theft of game systemsThe crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchasesWisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plusthat botched the operation and denied insurance claim from itOverfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out **** your mindbefore that morning cup of ovaltine shitEl Producto, C.F. born to break shit down and replace it withfortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinylLittle Leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shitlike hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypseTook the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infectionin urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, failDiss me on the internet like picket line crossin TeamstersScabs that’s realy down with hip hop only if convenient, KILL HIM!!! The rhyme sucks The delivery sucks This **** move, terrible, very old Look at me I’m going to dance for you now, look

Company Flow – End To End Burners

the condructress on the no. 19
she was a honey
pink toenails
and hands all dirty with the money

dire straights

I, met a boy, wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie-tee, nipple rings,
New tattoos that claim that he
Was OGT,
back in ’92,
from the first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin’ out,
Layin’ down,
Suckin’ up
To the man.

Well now I’ve got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I’m the man,

And if I’m the man,

Then you’re the man, and
He’s the man as well so you can
Point that ****’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
Dumb ****.
I sold out long before you ever even heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And then you bought one.

I’ve got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I’m the man,

If I’m the ****’ man
Then you’re the ****’ man as well
So you can
Point that ****’ finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
Dumb ****.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fairly dirty
Dollar

Shut up and

Buy, buy, buy, my new record
Buy, buy, buy, send more money
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.
**** you, buddy.

From the blessed Jah Wobble:

And now the buildings change, now the people change
Everything changing, spirit and matter most apparent
Realised there never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane
The limited callow isolated individuals living on housing estates in
Chingford
Large detached houses in Kew, tower blocks in Tottenham marshes, become
my gods
I see an accounts clerk from tooting, I see Zeus
A sanitary inspector from the London borough of Haringey and Brahmin
stands resplendent before me
For 5 minutes I LOVE EVERYBODY
There is only love
All action ceases
The mile end road once a blood-stained battlefield of bacchanalian
excess
Becomes the garden of Gethsemane
A bitter 72 year old ex-Docker becomes the ever compassionate Buddha
A Cypriot minicab driver becomes St. Francis of Assisi
The 22 year old Glaswegian checkout girls IS the divine mother
I LOVE EVERYBODY
My spirit is free
I am limitless in space
Time and matter
Simultaneously the planet Neptune part of the structural support to
Vauxhall bridge
I am your left breast I am Stepney I am Peru I am divine and so are you
I love everybody
I am nothing except a mere cluster of notes
A road sign in skelmersdale
I ran the roman empire
I was a lavatory attendant in hull
I am everybody and everybody is me
Spirit – who put the spirit in matter? – love

A song about where I grew up

I shake my head and shiver
They smile
And then stab my back as they shake my hand
Send out an SOS plea
Come quickly
I’m marooned in monkeyland.

The Chameleons. Monkeyland.