A coiffured snag premeditated
Slurping in a bag
Then redefined contemptible from
Someone elses mind
I'll let it be a product of
Performed reality
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
(Additional stanzas)
So we exchange Lieutenant Kali’s
Homer on the range
And lift a sponge and with the other
Hand a spear to lunge
And use a glove to calligraph
The bloody words of love
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Back on the ranch they made a weapon
From an olive branch
A stone raccoon and wondering
Why Cain is on the moon
She took some guts somewhere between
The famine and the gluts
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
It's not a dance or anything
Approaching a romance
But evil calls the recipe
That's written on the walls
Wild honey pie will wiggle
And will giggle when they die
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 06/23/2008 12:00PM by JohnnyBoy.
I'll let it be a product of
Performed reality
Great lines. True too.
Les
Les, yes, always is !
Ian....yeah, everywhere there's lots o haggies, leading haggie lives
I need Peter's perspicacity
>lots o haggies, leading haggie lives
They could be hagging into our computers
If I say its safe to surf this beach Captain, then its safe to surf this beach
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Excellent, my dear. H.
Thanks Holly......those lines were the starting point....I carried them around with me for days and weeks and more....unsure of where to go and what to do with them........and finally had to do something
JohnnyBoy Wrote:
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Thanks Holly......those lines were the starting
point....I carried them around with me for days
and weeks and more....unsure of where to go and
what to do with them........and finally had to do
something
Really then do a whole series based on them - this is soo cool, I can see an eight stanza work here, each stanza from another situation and yet the same finish.
Linda
Excellent suggestion....watch this space for future developments
Peter doesn't work hard enough to perspicaciate.
So we exchange Lieutenant Kali’s
Homer on the range
And lift a sponge and with the other
Hand a spear to lunge
And use a glove to calligraph
The bloody words of love
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Back on the ranch they made a weapon
From an olive branch
A stone raccoon and wondering
Why Cain is on the moon
She took some guts somewhere between
The famine and the gluts
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
A catchy tune, Johnny, nice rhythm. One question though, is it Homer and Jethro, or Homer Simpson.
Les
Homer & Jethro
Good catch, Les
They did the best version of Tico Tico that I've ever heard
Though Charlie Parker has a good version too
Bad Movies (Always Fracture Me)
--Homer and Jethro
I watched Jack Paar and all of the Tee Vee shows
Layin' on my back, and a-peepin' out between my toes
And then a western movie filled the screen
It was the oldest and the worst one, I had ever seen.
The Cowboy Star was a guy named Cactus Jack
And he quit punchin' cows, 'cause the cows kept punchin' back
Altho' the film was blurred, I could have swore
Instead of ridin' on a horse, he was ridin' on a dinosaur.
Bad movies, always fracture me
Bad movies, always on Tee Vee.
One-armed Pete come ridin' across the Rio Grande
With a great big forty-five in either hand.
The commercial came on and poor old Pete got shot
Between the weather report and underarm deodorant spot.
Bad movies, always fracture me
Bad movies, always on Tee Vee.
Well, I giggled and I tittered, and I laughed until I cried
Then Mama come in and sat down by my side
She said,"What's ailin' you, you little creep"
I told her,"Bad movies always make me weep."
Les
I reaaly enjoyed your use of the word slurping. Slurperiffic!!!
'I need Peter's perspicacity'
'Peter doesn't work hard enough to perspicaciate.'
Peter doesn't even know what perspectivity is...is is it like what happens when you run up and down the basketball court three hundred times in a late July afternoon?
fe fi fo fum, why's everybody always picking on me? seven come eleven down it the boy's gym...
Petersz your Boston Celtics won.
Peter, i need your interpretation of this
Ego under Neptune, Mercury in Retrograde.
Well here's my interpretation:
That flirt Pluto was hanging around with Jupiter, so Mercury got pissed and called his brother Neptune, who unbeknownst to Thor had a crush on Venus. Well, Apollo got wind of this and sent them all to separate planets for a big time out.
Les
It's not a dance or anything
Approaching a romance
But evil calls the recipe
That's written on the walls
Wild honey pie will wiggle
And will giggle when they die
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/22/2008 11:05PM by JohnnyBoy.
I suppose it remains incomprehensible
Until today, of course, now it should all be quite clear
Diet
Posted by: JohnnyBoy (24.189.158.---)
Date: June 13, 2022 05:49PM
A coiffured snag premeditated
Slurping in a bag
Then redefined contemptible from
Someone elses mind
I'll let it be a product of
Performed reality
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
(Additional stanzas)
So we exchange Lieutenant Kali’s
Homer on the range
And lift a sponge and with the other
Hand a spear to lunge
And use a glove to calligraph
The bloody words of love
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell
Back on the ranch they made a weapon
T make a diet of comprehension,
From an olive branch,
a peaceful romance,
A stone raccoon
in the petrified forest of my youth
and wondering
Why Cain is on the moon
but not I,
She took some guts somewhere between
The famine and the gluts...
kept herself strong
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell,
been casting woman in the role from all time since Eve,
It's not a dance or anything
Approaching a romance,
like they always say when the lights go down,
But evil calls the recipe,a calculating mind
That's written on the walls, the ceremony never gets started,
the banquet before the battle called off for doom and retribution
Wild honey pie will wiggle,
giggle in the night
And will giggle when they die, digestion's just the thing,
I knew full well the sparkle in
Her eyes were flames of hell,
flames from hell, my own, my own, my home.
I said I'd revisit this once Susan Atkins was dead, well, there ya go