the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town
the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
the fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
John Cooper Clarke
Nata durante un cena casalinga a base di polpette a manetta, il dj & produce Funkabit, dopo aver digerito la mangiata fatta in casa Settimo Cielo, si è messo davanti ai suoi piatti e ha realizzato un mixtape in free download, dedicato agli invitati e a chi non c'era. La grafica per la cover, con la quale sono state impacchettate le polpette galattiche rimaste, è stata realizzata da Mr. Lord Z, grafico d'avanguardia, sempre Made in Italy.
L'impasto delle polpette stimolanti era fatto di Crookers + Useless Wooden toys + Cassius + Alex gopher + tanta altra materia prima. Buonissime, da assaggiare.
Con "Meatballs go fast" diamo il via a un nuovo progetto firmato Providermag. Periodicamente metteremo in download mixtape come questo realizzati dai migliori dj in circolazione sul panorama italiano.
Inoltre vi preannunciamo di tenere d'occhio il nostro sito nei prossimi giorni. Ricchi premi verranno messi in palio. Occhio!
add my new band we are gonna support the Buzzcocks on friday march 13th @ Music Drome in Milan then we are gonna be the supporting band for all the UK DECAY italian tour on may venerdì 13 marzo @ MusicDrome - Milano - (with Buzzcocks) venerdì 1 maggio @ TBC - Modena sabato 2 maggio @ Init - Roma domenica 3 maggio @ TBC - Catania
You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy appartement Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head
I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pines With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for chistmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever 'Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your
secondo appuntamento per la one night mensile del venerdi sera di AMNESIA MILANO
dopo il primo appuntamento che coincideva con il 6° compleanno amnesia...il 7 novembre vedremo ospite in consolle monsieur SVEN VATH!!! ad accompagnarlo nella serata in consolle...ci saranno i resident IDRISS D & ROBERTO BICCARI
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next event @ amnesia milano 13 novembre WONKA 001 with DIGITALISM,CROOKERS,NIC SARNO,TOMMIE SUNSHINE
darling, love, honey bunny : A-U-*g*U*R*IIIIIIIIIIIIII! buon compleannnnooooo, haaappppyyyy B-DaY B-DAY GIRL! hope u have a lovely day.... lots of love un abbracio lungo e tanti bacini XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
Vi aspettiamo questo venerdi al Goa/Roma per il closing party di No Future con Mr.
Nata durante un cena casalinga a base di polpette a manetta, il dj & produce 
