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Kenny Reid

About Me

All tourists, all witness to our passing, shambling, ambling train,That jolts and stalls as minds recall and bottles pass between the couplings,And at the head all blow and steam careering towards some notional green light,Bright popping whoops of truth from wallies waxed with potion,The random rosy ramblings of the celebrated swell that swoon and fall and coo from cold,and hang it all upon familiar cotton shoulders,What need or heed for proof when whisky factors all equations,Rejoicing in commotion.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 30/03/2007
Influences: Rupert Murdoch, Arthur Brown, Ted Neeley, Alan Black, Men of colour, Jonathan Swift, Banff Boys, Cold weather, ' Geographic, Books, Strong water, Private eye, Liturgy, Firehouse, Tommy Boyle, George Mcphee, Jimmy DH, Herman Melville, In jokes, Complicated women, Dietary requirements, Television, Close quarters.
Sounds Like: The pishing rain
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

New tune

Heres a fairly sketchy recording of a fairly spanking song recorded wi one mic in a loud rehearsal room at the riverside studios a few months ago:http://www.pauldickson.com/music/kenny/Like%20they%20s.. .
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 16:14:00 GMT

Bilious Blog

ViniVidiViciVilniusArrestusVomitusEgoPostuloPanis
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:39:00 GMT

Poker Hand

Put your pride in prized possessionsOr in survival where its safe from all the harm that it can causePut your faith in everythingOr in the Bible where its safe from all the harm the truth can causePut...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 16:21:00 GMT

Tae a Peruvian Man: Reflections on the honours dissertation of Craig Carrick

    Tae a Peruvian Man   You can fit a lot of sweeties in a sporran You can dress a lot of envy up as guilt You can beel and bile and bleat about the foreign But you'll never hide a cou...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 04:50:00 GMT

Willy the Butcher he slaughtered his wife and he sold her for mutton and mince

This week i: lost a friend, lost a tooth, lost an alibi. Still, in the words of Denny Crane, "May auld aquaintance be forgot and be replaced with new ones" I was also offered a record contract by a ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:19:00 GMT

's'happnin

Praise lord! Some one's been down here before! Conception, deliberation, super annuation, follows... today the band met. Sounded good! Like a candy construction site! Bacardi and barbiturates later...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 21:04:00 GMT