Jah Lush

Way of the mark kpc. You Done My Brain In - Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

It's on a Friday and Friday means fish. I love this place in St Martin's Court in the West End and you can often do a bit of star spotting while you're there. J Sheekeys

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad, they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pocket Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk Now, he looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Doctor Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have mercy on his soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get outta here if you don't know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which side are you on?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday About the time the door knob broke When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now, I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row

You mean if you want to get away from there it's easy.

It doesn't matter who you vote for the government always gets in.

Who the feck would want to live in a tower block in the Elephant & Castle? I mean really, it's a no brainer. It's shit.

John Willmot, penned his poetry riddled with the pox Nabakov wrote on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks St John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks

I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable hight And I've been known to be quite handsome In a certain angle and in certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, O'Malley I have a thirst O'Malley merely smiled at me Said you wouldn't be the first I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! hmmmmmm Neighbours! I cried, friends! I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar I bear no grudge against you! And my dick felt long and hard I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That's exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that motherfcuker down Mmmmmmmmmm yeah yeah yeah I have no free will, I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, you are an evil man And I paused a while to wonder If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable, I wonder I shot richard holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, no offense And then lay upon the ground None taken, I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was St Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm I said, I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fcuking really big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a steaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts of truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt and remorse I had It clung to every thing From the raven's hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy Did you know I lived in your street? I said And he looked at me as though I were crazy O, he said, I had no idea And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew that hat right off the house Hmmmmmm uh uh Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection There stands some kind of man, I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Fear me! fear me! fear me! But no one did cause they were dead Huh! hmmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I raised it to my head Drop your weapon and come out! Keep your hands above your head! I had one one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar Don't shoot, I cried, I'm a man Unarmed! So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers Aaaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaah three aaaaaaah four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar.

Oi! Quids No! And don't call me Shirley.

Very strange and in poor taste too. Unless of course it's the cops and they're hoping to nick someone after the service.

Nah! We'll leave that to the pedants.

When there's no future How can there be sin We're the flowers in the dustbin We're the poison in your human machine We're the future you're future God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen We mean it man And there is no future In England's dreaming

Arsenal were totally outclassed and could have been six-nil down after 20 minutes but fair play to them for getting back into the game. I thought the sending off was very harsh on Barcelona. But Walcott, come on really apart from the goal he may have blinding pace but he ran up blind alleys and kept giving the ball away. I just hope Aaron Lennon is fit for the World Cup.

His Lordship is not amused.

One can dream. Hope it happens.

Cock

What is what and what is the I for? Brandy anyone?

Good to have you back Bluerevolution. Where've you been? I'm looking forward to May 5th. I'm sure we'll have a bit of banter before then.

From the same source as "Iceland to become a Waitrose" was it Doc?

C'Mon Everybody - Eddie Cochran

Sunshine Superman - Donovan

The Colour Of Spring - Talk Talk

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse.

Try the Half Moon in Herne Hill. The Half Moon

jimmy two times Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Yep that's the one. I loved all those mavericks. > Rodney Marsh, Stan Bowles, Tony Currie, Alan > Hudson. All really skilful players who never got > the credit they deserved or the opportunities with > England. You've got Don Revie to thank for that. But Ramsey played his part too. I find it hard to believe that someone like Alan Hudson only got two England caps.