Wednesday, November 09, 2005

so much thing to say right now

is that a bob marley wig
u are wearing
or are you just
police to see me.

Yes yet again you stumble here
expecting nuggets of blogger wisdom,
flashes of joyous cheeky wit,
palmfuls of fluffy wanking spanner growth,
teary thimbles trembling on a stack of pickled spam jelly

You stumble in here,
your eyes on their red veiny stalks
they see past the glow and they
aim to focus on the irritatingly small typeface,
and do they read this far,
or do they shuffle off for the next hit,
this time I know it's for real
god knows I've got to break freeeeeee.

But that next page you look at will
be an empty shell, all flashing lights and
robot shit for brains, a life fed on a steady
diet of showing off.
Insecure Wilmas calling their menfolk in for din dins.
Ripped gayboy with his dumb dolces and ordered othodoxy.

So just stay where you are right now, tap the screen with
the nail of your left little finger and repeat after me
"I am not an internet Sheep"

Did you do it?
Good, I knew you were'nt an internet sheep.
here's a picture for all you
attention deficit surfers

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

child without an iPod

this is the name of my new
blog which will be the repository of
ultra cool podcasts or mp3s as they're more
usefully known.

this is the link to the blog

this is the link to the inaugural
downloadable dj set named folking hell

here are the tunes you can hear therein

ween - stacey
arbol - son todas putas
ween - belvedine
cosmic cretins - reggae junkie jew
duncan browne - in a mist
ewan macoll - van dieman's land
mae west - a guy what takes his time
pierre henry - breath
rhythm and sound - mash down version
simon finn - jerusalem
stereolab - soup groove #1
television personalities - seasons in the sun
ween - boys club
ween - tuffy mufffy
the drum club - u make me feel so good
vashti bunyan - against the sky