S(w)ing Apocalypso

Posted 04-03-2013 at 08:29 PM by moudiwort

(a lesson in Cockney, syncopation stomp

anf gospel funkified and loopings and infinite regress and Laing's knots)

swing apo-calypso so as sin copa tit sss st o(m)- p me now:

swing sing swing

swing apocalypso, a syncopated stomp, stop me now

Apo- so -ever-

calips-

so

sis

this

it

is:

This is where I'm coming from

(this) is where I'm heading at

Swing ellipsis

to sing it as sexy as I cum

sorry: can I – please say yes!

shake your hips, cutie,

shake your booty,

you'r for sure 's sexy as you cum

cum's to none's sur prizzzzzzzze

less oh so yessssssss

Swing apó-calyp-sis-

sie I dig do you to

do you

do me good too

and just as (s)wel l over

ever so yum

me is, sis:

swing sing this

sis

ap

ohhh

ca

lips-

,-)

---

I am incredibly grateful to Billy Preston singing to my ears in a never ending loop:

Swing down chariot (stop and

let me ride) and also of course to the composer of this sweet gospel song

and of course to the lyricist just as well

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	This is a very unique and rather brilliant read. The word play is astounding. I am unable to offer any real suggestions at this time. Will return to do some very serious perusing. Heart
	Posted 04-04-2013 at 09:39 AM by Holly Hunter

For Chas 'n' Dave and Serge

The Truth About 'n' Dave

Because I have no boots on, am I a slave?
When I look in the mirror am I not Dave?
I am like an eel in a pie,
A rat in a sewer,
A bloke from the Smoke
I am borne aloft on the Post Office Tower.
I greet the zephyrs of the evening
With twangling banjo.
And vultures circle my head
Waiting for the death of my soul.

My soul is like Chas wallowing in the mire.
My soul leaps in a morass shouting,
Singing and covered with mud,
Leaping about in the beer,
Scattering the froth,
This is the truth,
My own singalong.
What else can I say about my soul, my song?

Because I have no boots on, am I a slave?
Without me following on from Chas, am I not Dave?

Posted 04-05-2013 at 05:08 AM by Steve Bucknell Steve Bucknell is offline

Updated 04-14-2013 at 06:32 AM by Steve Bucknell

	oooohh steve sax solo: you can not not not now, how!!! much I enjoy your sax solo straight from my heart: thank you! )let us meet and talk later maybe? ;-) you have scype? cheers I
	Posted 04-05-2013 at 01:18 PM by moudiwort

	trading a k for a c consider me tipsy
	Posted 04-05-2013 at 01:18 PM by moudiwort

	steve: callipygian how could you possible have known that this oh so true relates to me ;-)))))) aphroditifinefinef-fice my life haha
	Posted 04-05-2013 at 01:23 PM by moudiwort Updated 04-06-2013 at 08:10 PM by moudiwort (rypo)

	my apologies
	Posted 04-06-2013 at 12:13 PM by moudiwort Updated 04-06-2013 at 08:09 PM by moudiwort (to make amend)

just s(w)aying, of course

Posted 04-06-2013 at 12:13 PM by moudiwort