Ain’t it great
it’s double-oh-8
From up the Yukon to the southern states
From across the pond and further east
to the neon home of the Hollywood beast
A force is channeled you know it’s true
Feel the love, feel the blues.
Stand in line
Blow your mind
He’ll send a chill right up your spine
More than fret work, a movable feast
Sung from the heart, to say the least
A force is channeled you know it’s true
Feel the love, feel the blues.
Wrote this song
didn’t take too long
Didn’t come from bottle, pipe or bong
From British blues to East Bay grease
The borders we cross will never cease
A force is channeled you know it’s true
Feel the love, feel the blues.
BJJ the FDOL
Happy New Year, one and all!
January 2, 2008...7:23 pm
the sound and the fury
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December 27, 2008 at 10:51 am
Perfect.
Feet up, out of space in ‘69
I orbit in an ice-cold can
And if wipe the window’s condensation
I look up to a perfect blue and white sphere
On my lap an Eagle- Earth centre fold vision of 2001,
Silent silver missiles cruising Empire State dreams
Monorailed through an electric stapled wonderland.
Outside, cold stark blue
Inside fuggy and warm.
Feet up out of space in ‘69
I orbit in an ice cold can
And if I wipe the window’s condensation
I look up to a perfect blue and white sphere.
Have a Good 2009, BJJ, and also Ms. Tia and the garage band. They can’t take the Sixties back off us, buddy.
Rich. U.K.