It was lovely, but like I posted it won’t last.
So do you want a story tomorrow, or more rhymes?
a story mummy please - I like it when you read the bedtime ones it makes me feel all queezy inside!
I will continue with my childhood memories. X
It will be tomorrow.
yes I could do some more of old HK - we just need reminding sometime - and some from pugsie and spittie would be good too
Lyrics
I’m free
I’m free
And freedom tastes of reality
I’m free
I’m free
An’ I’m waiting for you to follow me
If I told you what it takes
To reach the highest high
You’d laugh and say ‘nothing’s that simple’
But you’ve been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I’m free
I’m free
And freedom tastes of reality
I’m free
I’m free
An’ I’m waiting for you to follow me
How can we follow?
How can we follow?
Songwriters: Pete Townshend
Yes I am sure we will have some lovely posts tomorrow. X
Good Night Possums.
[SIZE=“5”]Freedom
Richie Havens[/SIZE]
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
A long
Way
From my home, yeah
Yeah
Sing
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel
Like I’m almost gone, yeah
A long, long, long
Way
Way from my home, yeah
Yeah
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands, yeah
Clap your hands
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sorry Young Robert just seen we posted at the same time. X
Just as long as you don’t want to break free. X
Good Night my lovely.
is he tied down like a hot air balloon before takeoff?
Oh RJ will ya sing us a ditty?
One with a tra la la la
You know how we all lurv ya ditties
Especially sat at the bar!
Oh RJ can you carous like carouseo?
Or does it make you turn blue round the gills
Can ya hit double F , like a streaming war jet
So they can hear you tra la tra la tra la
Oh RJ you seem to be trembling?
Are you excited and ready to go
We will stand and applause, and hold on to our draws
Until you have finished last note
Oh RJ that was majestic for sure
Old Pugs fainted and fell to the floor
And Jems in a swoon and spittie way out of tune [again!]
Well me and old sweetie will applaud!
Oh,dear,it seems prose is a subject of mirth,
rather than valued for what it expresses.
Apparently ‘coarse’ is what the mass wants,
complete with ‘low stance’ it possesses.
Now naturally one won’t point out the fool,
unaware his spell-checker is Yank,
so has American versions of words,and that’s all,
which to most,is a tiresome prank.
Plus the grumpies have started to whinge at the rhymes,
all fed-up at having stakes raised.
Because jocular rhyming is so far beyond them,
when all they want is adulation and praise.
Y’see it takes rhythm along with the rhyme,
a cadence that moves to a beat.
It’s rather like writing a rock song or sound-track,
with a beautiful ‘undertone’ beat.
But forsooth I have mentioned,
without fear or favour,
the way to write a ‘join in’ rock song.
All you do is get rhythm to match with the cadence,
then everyone will sing along!
Sigh … bugger off.
I have a 1957 original Semi-acoustic to re-string.
Anon,good people…sleep well.
Hmm…t’would seem the world is akip.
Fear not,sleep well,your security is in the hands of an experienced psychopath.
I MEAN PHYSIOLOGIST! HONEST I DO! [well…sort of…I’m good at cutting peop-I MEAN THINGS-{oops}–into little pieces…mwahahahahaaaaa…
…and another thing;
if stretch limos are so wonderful,how come whenever I see one,there’s some drunken fool trying to climb out through the sunroof?
Dyslexics of the wordl,untie!
This is boring…I’m alone out here-not a soul to talk with on the whole jerkin’ planet! Ergo,time to plug in my freshly-restrung guitar,now the strings have stretched-in a bit. Time for a few Quo simple three-chord rock riffs,to get it nicely played-in.
Laters,y’all.
Where is the old goat?
oh no not two psychopaths talkin to themselves again - has no one introduced them - fluydic this is pug the hun and pug this is fluidye the big girls blouse who has to keep his arms folded or they’ll fall off at the shoulder!
I like poetry, but as of now I am fed up with it.
There have been some very worthy attempts at poetry of late, but , as Pug has pointed out, there is more, much more to poetry than simply writing rhyming couplets. I include myself in this respect.I am the major culprit
No disrespect intended, the aforementioned rhyming couplets still deserve our appreciation
Pity the pugilists, preparing for a proper pummelling
RJ at your stage and age of life you cannot afford to be fed up with anything! really!
there was an old man called RJ
who even got fed up with the day
he would moan and would groan, from the dawn on his throne
and couldn’t wait till nurse Phyllis switched off his groan?
well it is earlyish!