Discourse of the happily gay

How blessed was the day of the happily gay
When our friends were companions in truth
Before we were hated and adulterated
In manner perverse and uncouth.

How larkingly fun and uncluttered by pun
Was our discourse in years of yore
But now we're oppressêd by what once caressêd,
Ashamed and afraid to adore.

DRUMS [BASS] {VOCALS}

this is a 3 part vocal poem to try with some friends. feel free to add to it as you see fit.

doom [baaaaah nap] {the pilot lighter is out.}

doom [wap woop] {the pilot lighter is out.}

doom [baaaah nap] {it is cold in the house}

da [wap woop] {it is cold in the house}

doom [doo dickey] {in the house}

doom [boom boom] {in the house}

doom [wow wow] {in the house}

da [waaaa wa wow] {in the house}

"insert james brown break beat" ["insert experimentalist jams"] {with ein maus mit ein kittens mit ein mittens}

doom [doo dickey] {in the house}

doom [boom boom] {in the house}

doom [wow wow] {in the house}

da [waaaa wa wow] {in the house}

how do you light the pilot light? answers on a postcard/broken 7" please.

Gone

The room is rather kitsch

like a purple velvet shoe.

I can feel good-taste go, ‘Whoosh,’

by my ear like a flying fish;

it’s what I want to do.

I lace up a shoe

grimacing as I do;

I feel the Nike ‘Whoosh,’

and redden at the kitsch –

my sole pierced like a fish.

Wondering what to do,

I catch the scent of fish:

open the fridge and ‘Whoosh!’

Like a well-aimed shoe

it hits me. How very kitsch;

this lilac room of fish

is something worse than kitsch.

And yet your ghost flies ‘Whoosh!’

The little things you do

are summed up by that shoe

That lies amidst the kitsch.

I know that I miss you.

in a gentle ‘Whoosh,’

my life sinks like a fish;

I don’t know what to do.

Talking about the weather and public transport

I
don't
know
how
much
more
of this
plop
plop
on
the
shelter
i
can
take

If
the
bus
does
not
come
soon
i
think
i'll
have
to
scream
and
walk
home
wet

asaphite (30/03/06)

fibble fobble fop.

when on one foot i hop.

the day is long and the rain may hail.

i check my messages using email.