Posts Tagged ‘fork’

Yo!

July 23, 2009

Theme de Yo-yo

[Nerd alert]

This is a quote from Noreen Beasley who wrote the lyrics:

“I am the author of the lyrics to Theme de Yoyo, a song written for a French film, hence the references to French things like camembert, Seine, Champs Elysees.
Here are the original lyrics, one word of which was changed by Fontella Bass at the time of recording.”

Your head is like a yoyo,
your neck is like the string,
Your body’s like a camembert
oozing from its skin.

Your fanny’s like two sperm whales
floating down the Seine
Your voice is like a long fart
that’s music to your brain.

Your eyes are two blind eagles
that kill what they can’t see
Your hands are like two shovels
digging in me.

And your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it,
On the Champs-Elysees.

So she claims that singer Fontella Bass changed one word in the Art Ensemble of Chicago version.
Listening now, it’s definitely probably ‘fork’ (or IS IT?!) instead of ‘fart’ (*titter*)

Here are the lyrics from Motorpsycho’s equally kick fucking arse version.

Your head is like a yoyo,
your neck is like the string,
Your body’s like a camembert
oozing from its skin.

Your fanny’s like two sperm whales
floating down the Seine
Your voice is like a long fuck
that’s music to your brain.

Your eyes are two blind eagles
that kill what they can’t see
Your hands are like two shovels
digging in me.

And your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it,
On the Champs-Elysees.

They use ‘fuck’. Yeah they do.

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Places are People too.

March 4, 2009

Clean scrub wash tidy move sweep polish…

marig

Sparkle.

Your place must feel like a new man. Spruced up. New and shiny. Spick and fucking span.

You must be tired. Makes sense. Fix a cup of tea, biscuits maybe, throw on a dvd, meander off to an early bed…

Within 2 hours the gaff is back in the same old – teabag resting just off the sink which has a mug in it. Biscuit packet surrounded by crumbs on the coffee table by the remotes strewn across it. dvd case chucked on the living room floor.

And finally, some smelly fucker stinking up the fresh sheets.