war to the bitter split ends of their ..
oops trigger, Maoist - they wouldn't have the first idea
of how it's themtoo
that's the problem...
(so beautifully shown if you are so one dimensional you can't read a book and need a screen in Land of Them Blind)
i mean basically the whole operation is to lament the fact that the one great man with a real mind....
at Blackbushetoo
though " bet yer only suckin up to Nottin'm white girls as only the beautifulest of chox could - popularised by Marvin and Gill, rather than Roy THE man, , to get em to pay for your gas money down to see Joan you couldnt even be bothered pushing thru the Armourplating of the all whitey actually progressive crowd, upfront, too..i touched her or at least a drop of her sweat dropped from her Dropping The Pilot.... but you're such a black and bad-punk supremacist you're colourblind to the fact that Stevie began it all...and i decry Yanks more than anyone on the plannit
as they stole the once notfat
Margaret... the one greatest freewheelin' beauty of em all, ever...
but true punk spirit genius is ... above your mere petty Clashing punk nonsense
"
Now there's a chain
Tougher to crack than any poor Kunta's visible fetter
But, with an ally like him
we can do better
Neigh all the way.....
under the smelly skirts of every tangoin' lanyard
clad, illietatti only dancin' cos
someone in their Hackney towerblock once told em World Music wasn't that bad
if you're pissed enough to either block it out
or stand next to Cecile Le Gal
At that ultimate Guardian full page "Touragian paradise"
"SPECTACLUHHH! " she did shout
and with real ones who at least express themeselves in deux dimensions
her spatter alone was one, enough
Righty ho..... no fucker buys my bottie, with his fancy tech skills
that'll take me a week of insipid coffees to figure when 'Stripe' allow you to sup from his poison chalice
