Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

It's the double-chorus at the end that gits ya.

"Strange - the power of cheap music"

Dennis "of whom we are not worthy" Potter

And here in the bar...



All weak beer and weak watery sunlight flashing through the frosted windows of the Newmarket Bar at the beginning of a gloriously louche and leisurely Saturday afternoon sesh with a handful of similarly hungover friends in 1979

Or is that just me?

Still in the bar...

What can I get everybody?

Crown?

Martini and lemonade?

Twist and an olive?

Light on the Martini?

Heavy on the lemonade?

Blouse on the side?

Hmmm?

Can't bleeeeev we got this far without a bitta the Sprouts!



"Cos I've got this friend who thinks he's in love with you. And it doesn't sum it up to say he's singin the blues. And whoever learned to walk in somebody else's shoes. He's screamin because he's found something to lose."

Incidentally dear readers...


Lions In My Own Garden (Exit Someone) is a mnemonic for Limoges... the place where the naive and callow youth (hah! ) Paddy Mac was first smitten by the subject of the song.

Knowledge is the bomb.

Burton and Taylor

Phoenix and Booth

Vic and Ingrid

Paddy and Helen

Amos and Andy

Famous and Dandy



"Life's not complete, till your heart's missed a (...) beat... and you'll never... make it up.... or turn back the clock. No you wont."

Poor fade tho

StillInLoveWithHayleyMills Emerald

It's an absolute truism that no matter how mardy/mopey/maudlin/melancholy you get...

His Bob-ness... ...is good for what ails ya



His Bob-ness

"Now I wear coyote underwear... I use bullets to button my clothes and tie my shoes with rattlesnake bows."


Chorus

"Bullets for buttons and snakes for bows??!!..."

His Bob-ness

"Why ah'm so mean ah hate muhself... Rrrrrrrrr!"


Ho yus!

Off to buffalo shuffalo beckons
In three minutes thirty-two seconds
Which is just long enough...
...for P. Macaloon's stuff
about failure and missing somebody - I reckon.

I had an Auntie Mary

who thought Elvis was scary

But I hadta tell her

"It's only Costello...

...but it is a pretty scary wee song cumty thinky it...

...even if it was the proper Elvis

Presley I mean...

Mind tho...

...he'd do a great version of this"

Ezra Pound???

I've shat 'im!!!

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G'nytol

XXX

(Other pissed-up-monkey-boys are available. Feelings of amusement may fall as well as rise. Please check with your local supplier for details.)

The quiz decision is an outrage - clearly and steps have already been taken.

Even as I type, Toots is e-mailing UEFA, FIFA, War on Want, The Battersea Dogs Home, the Irish Consulate and the Canadian Embassy Regal.

She will demand satisfaction.

And when Toots demands satisfaction - she usually gets it

Even if I've to get someone in.

Die Sturmenwaffen (as she now insists I call her) has assigned me the role of Head of Psychological Warfare.

My remit is to bombard the perpetrators of this outrage with appallingly wet and weedy music clips interspersed with lavish quotations from obscure lyrics.

This campaign of terror will continue until those who hold the reins of power in the kingdom of quiz see sense or start bleeding from the ears

Communique ends

Death to the Smartarse-Stiflers!!!







"Should love be tender - and bleed out loud?
Or be tougher than tough - and prouder than proud?
If I'm troubled by... every folding of her skirt
Am I guilty of every male-inflicted hurt?

But I don't know how to describe the modern rose
when I can't refer to her shape against her clothes
with the fever of purple prose"

"Ashes to ashes
Front to funky
Major Tom's a cheeky monkey"

"...so look up my sheugh Marie-Clare
Tell me what you see up there - just for a laff
Ha ha ha ha"

Oh yes - we mean business you drooling jackal-hyenas of quizzery corruption

Death and a plague of indeterminate skin conditions to the infidels!

Free the quiz 2 !!!

Hah!!

Extreme noise-terror!





Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, its full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain

And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And thats something I dont want to catch

Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing are not good
For my health

You realise that this is only the beginning

Die Sturmenwaffen has signed off on a chitty authorising me to deploy full Gilbert O' Sullivan capability

Mwaaah hah hah hah hah hah

Pain to the manipulators

Sorrow to their running dogs

Duck to the oyster

Gales, Dogger, Fisher, German Bight

9.6 recurring

50-1 bar

PS

Crown- just a side point. Can we get a "pirate" smiley added to the board? I feel it would add a real touch of dash and elan to my rummier kinda posts. Thank you.

And still the onslaught continues...

I actually really love this one

Resistance is useless

Honest

Been trying to resist the hype on this mob... but I'm weakening horribly



If only I knew someone who'd been prescient enough to download their debut album I'd be quids in

If this doesn't lure in Gov from the frozen wastes of lurkerdom then my worst fears will be confirmed

1. Nobody actually looks at this thread anymore

2. I'm talking to an audience of zero most of the time

3. Gazza Caldenbauer is not a CL quality centre-half

4. The hairs on my palm are real and not imaginary



Shit-kickingly kick-ass C&W/R&R and the perfect lead in to a wee musical theme dedicated to the grape and the grain.

Hmmmm

Let's have a party!

Let's have two parties!!

Have you head that Mimzi Starr...

Oh what now

...she got pinched in the Astor Bar

Sauced again eh?

She was stoned!!!

Well did you ever?!!!

Never!!!!!

What a swell party this is




I'm gonna have a drink

I may have a bit of the bubbly myself

I'm gonna dance

Don't get hurt

It's duh Killuuuuh baaay-beh!!!

(I won't attempt the accent )





So fukkin... loose!!

So fukkin funky!!

A NiftyFiftiesBinman Production

Ivvah cud jusss re-MEHM-ber...


juss...

...remmembr...





Ahhhhh Uno... dos... Uno, dos, tres, quatro...

PS

Glad - Did I ever tellya about the time his Dad played for The Hoops?

For Sperms...

An avid reader of this thread I know

(He loves the drunken, long-winded and rambling stuff in between the tracks )

I used to have a C180 tape of Plissken singing this in a fourteen-year-old piping falsetto

(and a floppy-collared 70s Rangers top I shouldn't wonder ).

Musical torture

Comedy gold

A lesson for us all





(Caution: Excessive intake of alcohol may result in liver damage. Please drink sensibly. Enjoyment levels may fall as well as rise. Love and happiness can't live behind those swingin doors. Please check local suppliers for details)

Juss doin, my bit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJR71e6zTtc&feature=related

Almost as good as the music/vidja combo on the legendary Dead Finks/9-11 post!

All hail (hail) A!!

The hippest Stennyite this side of the Pecos

Good to see ya 'gain comrade

Supplies were beginning to run short

We were down to our last Sly clip frinstance



Pax vobiscum