The 8th And Final Song Thread (Complete)

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crud psychedelia, didn't realise it was so extensive until the inter-web arrived...on the other hand....



This is the sort of thing what I listened to in the evenings of a well misspent youth....

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Right Scumpy. Like we're to believe you were into unknown ahead-of-its-time trance psychedelia back in 1980 when the avant garde in England were into protopunk and everyone else was into Journey and the Stones had just released Some Girls. Disco was still everywhere. Van Halen had displaced Peter Frampton, Boston, and Kansas on every American blue collar kid's tape deck. Stevie Ray and Metallica were still a couple years out. Trex was making the most original rock to get popular in England in decades, and WZZQ used to play this freak with a reverb cello late at night between the Zappa and SpyroGyra...

[Sean Hayden]

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http://www.thebeatlesneverexisted.com/

by the same logic I posit Rum, the Beatles greatest fan this century, did not exist - never existed...doesn't exist even now.

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[Tero]

Atomic man, embossed on hues of
Money greens that swell and ooze, will
Scratch his chin as if to muse that
All this winning meant to lose
Though he slaved and hate his dues
Here he was, no time to choose
A way to change and try to fuse him-
self into the waiting queues of
those still hoping for some news
about anything

"Attack you fools!" the captain bawls
"I will have your heads upon my walls!" so
Rows of heroes crouch to crawls, bomb
Bamboo huts and village halls, smash
Ping-pong bats with cannon balls, as
Ali-Baba's sheiks and sauls
they Debag Goliath as he falls
and the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls
everything

"Champagne for the heroe whore
And watch your step man in all that gore
But not too much, he'll scream for more"
El pres. advices from the door
"For though he's filled from skin to core
It's not enough he'll whine for sure, so
Say it's we who keep the score, and
nail him back upon the floor, yeh"

So there he works, still at large
Behind his smiles and his camouflage
Of nice white coats and college grades that
Hide blue suits with golden braids
And though I hope that smell just fades
It does not go but leads to raids on
Bamboo huts in the country glades
Where the people use the grass for blades, ain't that something

video

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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vARCtbWH ... WRm3dwCuoA[/youtube]

[Sean Hayden]

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