And it could never be beaten for campfire or even pubfire singing...
Even if poor lass, you can take the lass out of their 'orrid midlands town officework, complex, life, but you can't take the latter out the former...
Nevertheless a few can get 'it'.. that magic 'it' and recreate it...even if faked. Very few ...
But shivver me timbers when i want absolutely nothing interesting ever again with far too much to catch up on there you are just aimlessly meanderin' to go and get some water at dusk and...
" i try to rearrange my stuff into some modern day bad folk song ...but not about stupid pirates or nonsense sheep rustlers getting the hangman's bit of string around their finger probably that will break, too.... as yes the folk song once was the medium of the blog or stream of unconscious bias in favour of..... ehhh... what did you just sing luv.... ahh i can say at last 'luv' without offendin' as we both speak Northish.... but luv, sorry.... that was the wildest most vicious stuff coming out of any woman's mouth ever basically as 'orrid about a 'orrid babe as you can be.....
"but........ exckerslike nobody mesmerises me... ever.... and all evening-time music is the reason they didn't parent their kids too pooped....
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" but ehh ... well the only time for decades one has stopped me dead in me tracks she was sat about a metre behind us and i turned to the lass nest to me and said ' ... there's who you learn from, she is actually Joan Baez sat behind us dont turn around dont spoil this perfect moment and i have seen the real thing in the flesh several times even if a bit older.... just listen... you won't ever hear this again as sure as ferrets are ferrets talking of which where is it.... don't let it nose around in the fire it may yelp and spoil the moment....
" but luv.... your spittle sprayed me from the arf a metre between us face to face.... I have never heard ANYthing so perfectly viscious and perfect from sucha sweet smiling lil' thing....
" and you had ferrits, too.... and tamed lions for a livin' .... you avin' me on or something.... or....."
define, just being wrong, in the wrongest place of them all....surely....?
Thats it ive had enough i have a decade back to get working on...
And of course..
well talk about chatting up a co-broomsticker up by proxy:
" you... fifty.... look nobody has told you...all this ranty music you're doing.... splendid, the guy from The Proclaimers was on the wireless today even he managed some minor sanity, and every musician i ever met was thick as two short planks and only ever obsessed with making enough cash to buy longer planks for his rockstar bed...
" he said that his whole generation have failed to get involved in dull little ordinary non-showbiz politics, and this the mad lot rule which is wrong as there arent two sides, there are only the bourgeois and non-bourgeois, Simpleites, who put children and needing very little before his rockstar bed...
"and anyway with such shit tunes as they wrote its not surprising everyone went home and had a bottle of vodka to douse the flames of hell in their earworms..
"but nobody has TOLD you..... you...i mean you lot are DIferent... I'm heart in gob.... this anger rage and violence ion your musac.... now... if a woman LETS GO and spills her guts the real version from about 52 when you've got over no longer being an official strechin' it to life begins at fourty... it actually begins at 53 when you become for the first time ACTUALLY desirable...as long as you let go...
" when you will at last actually start to live in the skin we are all give and like it as its the only one you got wrionkles or not...
"like she is..... there...my god she is ... i told her only doc Martens and broomsticks do it for me, and she got out her stick and quipped back.... she has it the so rare it... ...."
" god....you are telling me something i ...well ive never heard this...i needed to know this wow who are you Mister...?"
" just a.... nobody, nowhere.... who .... ... but do tell her to stick what ive just told you in her songs... as all this pirate stuff is for Gweek or some other infantile theme park.... and its about, especially her..... who i never thought could exist, any more"
to be cont
