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O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene Come see, come hear, the English Scheme. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags. The clever ones tend to emigrate Like your psychotic big brother, who left home For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome He's thick but he struck it rich, switch The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop Guess that's why they end up in bands He's the green piece in us all He's the creep-creep in us all Condescends to black men Very nice to them They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups Point their fingers at America Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge Cycles our distant spastic heritage Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head If we was smart we'd emigrate
Pan's Labyrinth, Glastonbury, Blazing Saddles, Zulu.Mark Kermode is my music guru
Lets face it, four years ago if I asked 90% of you if you'd heard of a program called The Mighty Boosh you wouldn't have known what i was on about. Suddenly, you're all diehard fans. I guess thats one thing that pisses me off since I've followed it since the airing of the pilot but I guess I just have to accept it :)
The Jarmans Jackie McKeown Edwyn Collins Charlie Harper Blah Blah Blah My guitar teacher from when I was 8 (what a tit) Comet Gain (notably Jon Slade) Michael Eavis & Melvin Benn