Member Since: 4/18/2006
Band Website: geocities.com/nemotheband/
Band Members: Porl - Everything that you can hear.
Influences: Falling asleep inside a computer.
Sounds Like: Stray memories...Token office jobs...Fleeting glances over shoulders...Mel-o-dy, like eggs Benidict being cooked up by Noam Chomsky floating around Delia Smith's anti-gravity merengue palace.
Toads
Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison -
Just for paying a few bills!
That's out of proportion.
Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losers, loblolly-men, louts-
They don't end as paupers;
Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
They seem to like it.
Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets - and yet
No one actually starves.
Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout, Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff
That dreams are made on:
For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,
And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.
I don't say, one bodies the other
One's spiritual truth;
But I do say it's hard to lose either,
When you have both.
Philip Larkin
Record Label: "Big round thing with small hole in the middle"
Type of Label: None