yo! thx for the add :) i'm the boy who book the hxc show wit ABTM in Limoges (Fr) ;p great show ahah!!! i liked it and i <3 your last record hope you're fine dude and hope to see you again for awesome moments:) take care XXX b.
It's just goin be me, Edmonds nick you tb westie and nick Meir.
Edmonds is at uni till 5 if you phone him for a lift.
Tb said he's goin get a taxi at half 7
Dave: Shave Ollie: Tie Phill: Hair Dave: Shave Ollie: Tie Dave/ Ollie/ Phill: Hair, shave, tie. Hair, shave, tie. Hair, shave, tie. Hair, shave, tie. Hair, shave, tie. Hair, shave, tie. Dave: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... why? Phill: Parky out. Dave: Parky in. Phill: Parky out. Phill1 Dave: Parky in. Phill: Parky in. Dave: Parky out. Phill: Where you goin’? Dave: Mind your own stink. Phill: Oh, mind your stink. Dave: Mind your stink. Stink, stink, stinking skint, skint...as I am... Phill: Oh, poverty. Poor. Poverosity. Dave: That’s right ma. No bastard listens to’t voice of the’t little person. Not here in’t dump. But why don’t you? Can’t, or won’t? There’s poetry in our voices only it don’t come out right. Poverty is poetry with an extra... Dave/ Ollie/ Phill: V... Dave: Only nowt rhymes whi’it. Haah, but you’re all welcome. Quick, get the fire lit, Ma, faither’s home. Legz2 Phill: Has ye fetched t’coal in, luv? Ollie: Fuck a duck! Phill: Aye, no! Me duck’s fucked, me duck’s fucked off. Ollie: Fucked off, mucked off, more like. Mucked off wi’ my luck. England’s a duck, England’s an old duck in the lake. She wants to fly... Dave: Fly... Ollie: But she never can do. Phill: Can do. Ollie: She wants to fly... Dave: Fly... Ollie: But she never will do. Phill: Will do. Ollie: They’re always a’clippin’, a’flippin’ a’clippin’ her wings. Phill: She sings. Legz3 Ollie: I preferred them days. Not these days, sleaze days, them days, them lazy hazy gazy days. Not these, cold, old, no soul. Phill: Can I do a speech? Can I? I will then. Taps. Big taps on me bath, rusting away... Dave: Like the country? Phill: Country? Cunt tree more like. Resting, rusting away like the taps on Ma’s big bath. Big, brown, bleach-burning bath. I want the taps to work. I want me man to work. I want work for me man but there in’t none. Not here in’t Narth. Ollie: Not here in’t Naaarth. Dave: Not here in’t Naaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooaaaaaaaaooooorth. Ollie:
