The Moscow Raid

One day about ten times ten years ago, a young man with a black guitar and big dreams decided to form a band. He tried to form this band out of seashells and sand dredged from the River Tay, yet to no avail. Just as he was about to paddywhack it all in, he encountered an old friend with some rusty old songs about half bricks and heads on fire and stamping on people's hands. Together they polished these rough diamonds up until they started to shine. They ate mushroom soup for sixteen days and thought that they were living in the sixteenth century. They stumbled around looking for William Shakespeare or Henry VIII to join the band, but instead found a mighty drummer perched atop the Sidlaw Hills, bashing out a mighty rhythm that seemed to get people dancing or bouncing up and down whenever they heard it. Lastly, the boy with the black guitar had to venture alone into the dark forests of his home region, armed only with his wits and a bumper bottle of cheap cider. He lured this fucked up dragon-like creature out of its cave with a poster of Kim Deal, doused it with cider and it suddenly transformed into a funky as fuck bass player...Monkey see, monkey do, monkey smash yo fucking head in!!!....Let's turn the page. MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !