Better: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVXmMMSo47s Here's one for your avatar, hez : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ88oTITMoM
Poor Jumbo The mind is a very precious flower That finds itself a strand amongst the weeds The cause and effect, is what you might expect And going round the bend is where it leads The elephant provides the ivory tower Is better left to wander too and fro But jumbo’s got no chance, when the poacher doth advance With a ghastly poison arrow in his bow Sometimes it all falls into place Other times it splashes in your face On occasion grafting wins the day Usually when you wear yourself away Is this fair we ask ourselves as we get our headaches, bad backs and complaints Is this fair my little ones? is this fair? Oh no, it fucking ain’t Well it’s the way the cripple crumbles, It’s the flaw of the jungle Be reliable and humble Your’ll be beggared if you bumble Merry making catchall phrase The twentieth century malaise It’s on everybody’s lips I’m afraid you’ve had your chips Manic depression, manic depression Is not a pleasant fucker, pheasant plucker Manic depression, manic depression It’s a hole full of soap, soul full of hope Manic depression, manic depression Life is all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush Manic depression, manic depression Memories I shoot and hip, hoot and shit But it’s the way the cripple crumbles It’s the flaw of the jungle Be reliable and humble Your’ll be beggared if you fumble A merry making catch all phrase The twentieth century malaise It’s on everybody’s lips I’m afraid you’ve had your chips Manic depression, manic depression Is not a pleasant fucker, pheasant plucker Manic depression, manic depression It’s a hole full of soap, soul full of hope Manic depression, manic depression Life is all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush Manic depression, manic depression Memories I shoot and hip, hoot and shit
Cool, Ian Dury !!!! I always like this one too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WGVgfjnLqc&feature=fvst
There are marvelous melodies you all posted - oh, I love them! We do love music in our family. I intended to provide my son, Macloud, a proper musical education in the Castrati School of Singing of Signor Lucrezio, but the maestro discovered our son only liked certain notes. For example, the day of the first audition he had a strong preference for G, F and E and vehemently refused to sing any A and D sharp. The next day his preferences shifted towards strongly liking G flat, B sharp and A-. The third day he refused to sing any note and ran to the toilet where we found him ostinately writing in his notebook "OWLS EAT TERMITAE, THERMITAE, THERMITIDAE, TERMITIE, THERMITE...". I am sorry, said the Maestro, but you might want to consider a castrato education for your son even if he refuses to sing. If not for him... Thank you, I thanked him, but now I want him to learn to draw pictures of our Queen, nude.
Special for the Finn I'll never forget when my guitar teacher gave me this album Many cigarettes smoked listening to it, lol
funtom, you're a dork. (And btw, speak finnish or die brainles) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pf2Ekd7W5YQ
We were gonna go see a movie, but we managed to get some beers somewhere along the way, I can't remember where. How did we always get beer? In a mid-to-late '70s Camaro. These were the big-phakin' vehicles with racing stripes that the luckier, "rich" kids had. Phak That song is dedicated to K,. who is no longer with us.
