The new shockcentre took its first sonic workout on this night... a friendly cast of fine gentlemen laying down a series of original, cover and improvised grooves.
thinking...Where was i good, and where was i bad? What weaknesses must be improved upon. Sharp brain and deft coordination would help
who are the people and what is the form... this is your key question old sport... make sure you answer that one correctly, nothing good or nothing bad.. it is what it is.
I was shining red with rust and blurred with intoxicants, but we had some fine moments. "blurred with intoxicants" is that so you poo head... you just throw that one out there. it is what it is man, he argues with himself. Your are not really going to post this shit are you? Well i reply... it's probably in my best interests. What about proper punctuation? LOL.
LOL is gay.
there i said it... gay is good, don't get me wrong. Weird word... Gay. Was created to mean happy (i think), then the word took a tarring as a negative term used in a hostile and repressive society. Real people took real beats for some reason in Scarborough when i was growing up. If you were gay you sure as hell would have a better ride if you kept that to yourself. I have hope for my children, the attitude of the newer generations, in some places, is one of more acceptance of difference among humans
probably shouldn't have used the word, now that i think of it... how did a celebration of a music space opening tun into one king hell waffle about a word?
I blame LOL -are people really laughing out loud reading inane statements, or are they just trying to say "i read what you wrote and i want you to know it rather than what they should say which should be more in the lines of... yea real fucking funny you toxic toad, now go get yourself some natural sunlight and see if we can try and get on those rickets".
I'm joking, calm the clam down...Calm and clam, that's like a mini alliteration right? Do you need 3 words for a proper alliteration. Calm clam catastrophe... the clam is calm because it doesn't understand the catastrophe... The clam has a very basic central nervous system that is more reactionary and less forward thinking. But the clam doesn't need to be that bright because the clam gets to hang out at the bottom of the ocean filtering all of the toxins... not the kind of gig that one would strive for... now i don't mean to come down on the clams,, I'm sure it would be very fulfilling to lay among the garbage in the cold ocean. On the bright side you probably wouldn't have to deal with a lifelong shark paranoia. Even if a shark with shitty eyesight could see you it's not going to think "hey i better take a bite out of that ocean floor to get a taste of that calcium pod and somewhat rubbery innards with excrement present. Sharks are looking for that dude who thought he would push his luck one last time for a nice ocean swim. That why i try to skull when I'm in the ocean... a little tip from me to you... no thrashing just a confident missile in the water.
So yes the jam was a good time... i feel erratically creative, which is a good spot for me
What does this mean
The clam and shark bit might have merit... i guess i have to write a song about a clam and shark paranoia.. there are so many ways to go on this one.
The clam is one simple slow melody, and the shark is a majestic one, and they occupy the same space without every really knowing they exist. they are in their own dimension, and the dimensions don't intersect.
I'm the clam, I'm the clam.... Shark don't like to announce his presence, more of a bite and how do you do kind of socialite. Perhaps it should be set in a fish and chips joint, and the clam is a dishwasher and the shark is a live lobster that looks cooked only springing into action to tweak the nose of the hungry customer... and the manager comes out to see what the fuss is about and notices stains all over the dishes and goes into a soliloquy ruing the fact he hired a clam as a dishwasher, overlooking the fact that the clam had a vary basic central nervous system and was unable to understand tasks... just when they are trying to solve the mystery of how the clam partially did the dishes the shark has to get out of the lobster suit and get back into some water to sooth those gill arches and replenish that oxygen... then the shark and the producer get into an argument over whether this scene is really working and the producer goes ape shit and starts berating the shark and makes the fatal error of going into the water to finish the verbal "chewing out". It's at this time that the shark does the chewing, and it's over before it begins.. but what happens to the clam? The clam of course becomes the head of a multinational corporation doing a tireless round of PR interviews about environmental assessment never really giving anything away and in hence doing triples profits. Now so other companies, in order to compete put clams on their board of directors and executive roles... slowly more money is funneled into hybridized clam stem cell research in order to develop cognitive clam thought, and a breakthrough is made growing clams a second foot giving the clam leaders the chance to pace back a forth in a press conference, still saying nothing but changing enough to calm the average consumer into thinking progress is being made.
I fear the test of tomorrow
thinking...Where was i good, and where was i bad? What weaknesses must be improved upon. Sharp brain and deft coordination would help
who are the people and what is the form... this is your key question old sport... make sure you answer that one correctly, nothing good or nothing bad.. it is what it is.
I was shining red with rust and blurred with intoxicants, but we had some fine moments. "blurred with intoxicants" is that so you poo head... you just throw that one out there. it is what it is man, he argues with himself. Your are not really going to post this shit are you? Well i reply... it's probably in my best interests. What about proper punctuation? LOL.
LOL is gay.
there i said it... gay is good, don't get me wrong. Weird word... Gay. Was created to mean happy (i think), then the word took a tarring as a negative term used in a hostile and repressive society. Real people took real beats for some reason in Scarborough when i was growing up. If you were gay you sure as hell would have a better ride if you kept that to yourself. I have hope for my children, the attitude of the newer generations, in some places, is one of more acceptance of difference among humans
probably shouldn't have used the word, now that i think of it... how did a celebration of a music space opening tun into one king hell waffle about a word?
I blame LOL -are people really laughing out loud reading inane statements, or are they just trying to say "i read what you wrote and i want you to know it rather than what they should say which should be more in the lines of... yea real fucking funny you toxic toad, now go get yourself some natural sunlight and see if we can try and get on those rickets".
I'm joking, calm the clam down...Calm and clam, that's like a mini alliteration right? Do you need 3 words for a proper alliteration. Calm clam catastrophe... the clam is calm because it doesn't understand the catastrophe... The clam has a very basic central nervous system that is more reactionary and less forward thinking. But the clam doesn't need to be that bright because the clam gets to hang out at the bottom of the ocean filtering all of the toxins... not the kind of gig that one would strive for... now i don't mean to come down on the clams,, I'm sure it would be very fulfilling to lay among the garbage in the cold ocean. On the bright side you probably wouldn't have to deal with a lifelong shark paranoia. Even if a shark with shitty eyesight could see you it's not going to think "hey i better take a bite out of that ocean floor to get a taste of that calcium pod and somewhat rubbery innards with excrement present. Sharks are looking for that dude who thought he would push his luck one last time for a nice ocean swim. That why i try to skull when I'm in the ocean... a little tip from me to you... no thrashing just a confident missile in the water.
So yes the jam was a good time... i feel erratically creative, which is a good spot for me
What does this mean
The clam and shark bit might have merit... i guess i have to write a song about a clam and shark paranoia.. there are so many ways to go on this one.
The clam is one simple slow melody, and the shark is a majestic one, and they occupy the same space without every really knowing they exist. they are in their own dimension, and the dimensions don't intersect.
I'm the clam, I'm the clam.... Shark don't like to announce his presence, more of a bite and how do you do kind of socialite. Perhaps it should be set in a fish and chips joint, and the clam is a dishwasher and the shark is a live lobster that looks cooked only springing into action to tweak the nose of the hungry customer... and the manager comes out to see what the fuss is about and notices stains all over the dishes and goes into a soliloquy ruing the fact he hired a clam as a dishwasher, overlooking the fact that the clam had a vary basic central nervous system and was unable to understand tasks... just when they are trying to solve the mystery of how the clam partially did the dishes the shark has to get out of the lobster suit and get back into some water to sooth those gill arches and replenish that oxygen... then the shark and the producer get into an argument over whether this scene is really working and the producer goes ape shit and starts berating the shark and makes the fatal error of going into the water to finish the verbal "chewing out". It's at this time that the shark does the chewing, and it's over before it begins.. but what happens to the clam? The clam of course becomes the head of a multinational corporation doing a tireless round of PR interviews about environmental assessment never really giving anything away and in hence doing triples profits. Now so other companies, in order to compete put clams on their board of directors and executive roles... slowly more money is funneled into hybridized clam stem cell research in order to develop cognitive clam thought, and a breakthrough is made growing clams a second foot giving the clam leaders the chance to pace back a forth in a press conference, still saying nothing but changing enough to calm the average consumer into thinking progress is being made.
I fear the test of tomorrow
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