every bar has it's bullshit corner..here's a few choice words from our patron of the arts..the one and only..for a limited period Mr MacGowen .. ..a man you don't meet everyday ~ pass it on
don't know wot happen here..these lyrics belong below..no room in heaven ~ me I like sleeping _
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out.
Who can tell the true physic to all that's pathetic And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen You'll know it I think if you take a big drink With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh what botheration, no dose in the nation Can give consolation like poteen me boys.
No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic Or bodies pathetic can give such a bloom As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers Ever gave their own bowers such a darling perfume And this liquid so rare if you willingly share To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head
Then stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh since its perfection, no doctor's direction Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys
While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling 'Til me mother and father were called to the fore All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying But soon found I only was crying for more.
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle They only could suckle on poteen me boys
Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression My childhood's impression still clung to my mind And at school or at college the basis of knowledge I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined
And as older I'm growing times ever bestowin' On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine And how ere they may lecture on jove and his nectar Itself is the only true liquid divine
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting There's nowt so exciting as poteen me boys.
Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam
What'll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk, The elixir of life and philospher's stone And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel Wasn't it poteen from ould Inisowen
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys.
You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap It'll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff
So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky It soon separates all the men from the boys....Tom Leniham _
found this beautiful toon on Bernie Rhodes.com..or is that Bernard Rhodes these days, not too sure..have a gander folks, but don't argue with the man _ http://www.bernardrhodes.com/
if ya need all the help you can get, try a JoHn the Conqueror root.. could do the trick..hahaHa
the multi-verse has many empty corners, misplaced highways & clocks with no time..
JoHnny Appleseed is alive & well, in a town near you tonight..don't be late playmates.
wot is the wound that won't heal, the boil that won't burst..the sore that still hurts..??
that's right play-mates..The Hillsborough Blues.
only this week it's been reported , police chief Norman Bettison boasted about smearing Liverpool fans in the aftermath of the Hillsborough disaster.
Bettison, who was a chief inspector with South Yorkshire police at the time of the 1989 stadium crush, said he had only been asked to help 'concoct' the force's version of events..but our noble 'cuntstable' looked the other way.. pigs might fly!
Ghost Town is not Robert Coover's most well known read, that honour belongs with ' The Public Burning'..but I'm a sucker for magic-realism..try this, has everything a good western needs, bullshit baffles brains..is it a piss take..who cares..does the 'white-hat' come out on top..?? read the book!
the 'tooon' is good too _ enjoy
a slim jacket for 'fat- bastards'..the grey moleskin is nice..stay away from harris-tweed..unless you wanna be a complete prat..ask any chin-less wonder.. or is that 'wanker'..??
if this sweetie don't grab ya..try the 'Standley'..one size fits all.
never 'bad-mouth' the man with a brain the size of a small planet..nothing else comes close _
how to make petrol from air..?? do ya fuckin' 'skool-work' lickle yout mon !
I haven't forgotten Lord Kitchener's version..couldn't find a decent vidéo..so make do with the tune playmates ..who came first, the chicken or the egg..??
_ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLJsoaY2NA8
Kool ain't the word for this man..when Eddie Cochran took his three steps to heaven back in 1960..Georgie played the gig..saw the dead man's last pistol shot..
this tooooon ..in my humble opinion is the killa folks..'trouble' & the newer version of willin' come very close.. posted the cover twice it's so good..investigate please ~
this is a 'carry-on' from my last two posts..one more & I'll have a quartet..so bear with me play-mates, from the inky finger's of Jean-Claude Forest came the beautiful, if not greedy Barbarella & the truly divine Baby Cyanide _
you're be disappointed with the tv-series , chums..it does not transfer well to the small screen,
but it's spot on for the lovers of the ample Kelly Brook, seen here really stretching herself, top eye-candy, you didn't expect acting skills, did ya..??.. a gr8 pix of 'national treasures' _
when I was a wee-lad, I was either playing footie or working on me sums..I was rubbish at the beautiful game, but my desire to steal other man's money proved well founded...I was fuckin' good at it..a canny Scotsman from the disant past helped me into my mornin' coat..joHn Napier , or to be precise his bones..Napier's Bones.. but today if ya have trouble with large numbers get yourself a calculator..pen & paper is for the heaven bound or the plain stoooopid ..remember if ya get your collar felt, the 'stick-up kid', will do real jail-time..the man who helps himself to your purse while ya playing on-line poker will live to steal another day _
lets not fuck about with the pretence, the only real right you have, is to starve ~
“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”...Frank Zappa _