Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

Dead Cold innit...





Is it Wensdeh yet?   

Positively bored blue with it I am...

I'm fine for beverages.   

Any tricoloured pasta left?

#fuckinstarvin

  

Strikes and gutters...

Ladders and shite...

North Utsire... South Utsire....

OK... so this is gonna go on for a while... so pull up your cushions - or what ever you have that... makes life bearable... in Stennymad.

Nobody has school tomorrow?   

Rock & Roll choirboys   

The rock & roll choirgirls'll hafta wait.   

I've got a lot of other stuff to consider.     

Those barmaid's asses won't slap themself y'know.     



Is it Thursdensday yet?      

The wee 3-note motif just after the 'JFK and the Beatles' bit is the clincher... just as the screams in the background fade up in the mix.   

Cor!!        

  

Ahhh... that was offside wunnit.  

Far too sPacific.      

It's drippingly gorgeous throughout to be fair.  

Cor-Anglais played by "Oboe Kate...

(You... kill me Greavesie      ... No, seriously       . Please Greavesie - I'm beggin ya   )

...St John"

Or so I was reliably informed as recently as earlier this evening,

I was foyther informed re and viz her contribution to Monshewer Cope's pension fund.

That Faceb**k's not all bad after all...   

Busier than on here certainly...  

Sev gone and never called me cuntybawz.   

43 'guests' melt off (instantaneously) at 2 in the a.m.

That's why I (occasionally) drift into the arena of the unwell...

...or Faeceboak... as previously menshed.   

Cor (Blamely)!   

Why it's hardly even worth doin the 'on-this-day' anagram round is it.    

On her birthday too.  

One of the greatest writers that ever put a heartbreaker together.       

And although Chuck B is consistently regarded as the ole sine qua (duckwalk) as far as the authentic-50s-teen-lyric is concerned (*), I reckon this might be (for its time) the most  emotionally relevant/daring song ever written (**)

I may be overstating, but I'm all lager-ed up...   

Corking ale!     [so...-so-sorry-smiley   ]



(*) I blame that Nik Cohn. And that Chuck Berry.   

(**) Apart from Flossie Wetgusset's 1920s blues-classic "I Want Some Banana (or enormous nob) in My Fruitbowl (or fanny)"  

I cavilled at the 'tosspot' comment   ... but found myself intrigued by His Sainted Iconoclasticity's take on Da Brudders.   

Which goes to prove...   



...summat.     



I'spose...     



   

Eh?   



  

You talkin ti me?   






 

Ahhh I was gony fuck off and leave yeez in peace...

...then this wee jazz/funk seam opened up on YT....

...and it begins (again)       

Finally learned how to work the saxophone.  

Songwriting inspiration remains elusive however.  

"Let's Hunt Down That Overly-Pleased-With-Himself Cunt Ricky Ross (...and beat the slimy fucker to death with a claw-hammer)"

...is still at the 'work in progress' stage.   

On and on and on and on and on and on.....

Round and round and round and round and round....

Just smile....

...the board's not really   

Not like Mrs Richards.   



Now piss off.   

You know that when this place finally dies, goes into an 'as-good-as-a-new-signing' administration, emerges into LovelyKing World...

   ...


(  ...     )

...I'll be back for all my records.   



"No way you're having 'This Nation's Saving Grace'; you only listen to it when you're pissed

And when you sober up, it's all, "...why the fuck are you still listening to Mark E. Smith?"

... and as for Bewls Snake Doc Aslan Bewls...

Well...

...Pluto's not a planet anymore either    

The end of an Empire biscuit,

Is messy at best.

Ye're much more comfterbuhll....

...at the beginininny the experience...

...aw that jam 'n that   



That's what 'moribund' means doesn't it?   

It's what it used to mean.   

Goodbye...

...Hey! - G'bye you guys!!! 

   

Hey maybe ah'll see y'around sometime huh...?

Say don't make stranger uh y'self huh?... remember the group huh?

...huh?   

Huh?   
Huh?  
Huh?   
EH?   


Ahhh fuck yeez then.   

Place has never been the same since Mo bought our history, where the fucks crown?



This would make Glad's next two minute track album

Talking of crown  

He's not in a good place atm Jimmy.   

But then the East-Midlands can make even a provincially-aspirational shite-hole like Falkirk seem like Shangri-La.   

If yer looking in btw Test...

... I reckon you'll enjoy these as much as I did.

Really rather splendid it is   

Will get back to ya over the weekend.   

Haiku corner.

(Like a Muller-Corner, but with more shark-gizzard and seaweed.   )

I see that the Ig
has got himself a Beeb gig
It's on 6 Music



  

EXTRY!!

EXTRY!!!   

READAWLABAHHHDIT!

GITCHAMAWNEYSTANNIT!!!   

MOPTOPS MASH-UP MOVES FROM TOP-SPOT!!   

(No 2 Mash-up... dead to me now   )



(Current table-topper   )

Had a varied time of late, and was down south yesterday, which involved a visit to St Helens, an absolute hell hole with, on the approach to the station, disused railway tracks with very large trees growing through them. That was the only good bit.

On the way back up the road, I listened to some great albums from the early seventies, and this was on one:

Another great album, every track a cracker, was 'A Nod is' by The Faces.



Ronnie Lane was a great song writer: he pitched up in a tent in Bells Meadow with a Rock'n'Roll Circus a few years later (summer 1974?).