you cant talk or sing
if you aint got that thing

you forgot the shoobops

ya know

shoobop,shoobop,shoobop

Is this like a real 'thing', or are you guys making this up impromptu?

If you're just making it up, you're doing a great job...I'd love to see it expounded upon :)




On a side note: Damn, somebody whacked the hell outta this thread:eek:

you cant steer a tobaggan
if you dont have a noggin

see....it makes a difference

a shoutout to the scots in the house !!


ye kint see ta read,
if ye nae got yer heed

Haha! Perfect, Urge.
Excellent companion poem.

thank you, thank you :cool:

Thank you, Rayne, my dear.:D
I have more:

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Deceased:

It's hard to eat bread
If you're dead.

haha, Urge, you're way better at this than I am. :o

here's to ye

http://www.the-martians.co.uk/images/scotty.gif

i dont think so :)

I agree. Baby geniouses

and another:

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Made Out of Bread:

It's hard to eat bread
When you're made out of bread.


...Okay. This is getting ridiculous.

that would be cannibalism.

Night Of The Living BREAD...AHHH!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktD27xVIncg

Awwww, Ferret! That was AWESOME. Thanks. :D

I'll have to think of one for you, too.

haha, perfect video.

I thought you might like that :)

Yes, as you said elsewhere- "Odd, isn't it?"

I really think it was Zwoti...Coulda been Austin, but I don't think so

Not really "odd" per se

Hmmm, maybe an invisible force of nature......like a zephyr or some other body of hot air. I'll have to Google a few science sites and look into the phenomena.

Nope...Still pretty sure it was Zwoti

But, whatever floats your boat

Here's a peom I wrote that ended being used as lyrics for my bands song Human Pestilence:

Selfish apathetic feed by plates of death
This unaborted disease lays waste

The mother draws her last breath
Each day closer death

Here's a video of it if your interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc0TJI6HNeo

MOSH! :D

Great video, cool song

And I love to watch a guy play, too...Thanks for that :)

Cool song - Which one are you?

Consider my boat floating


http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/k...cce/ussgwb.jpg

....unless you'd like me to contribute another poem, that is?

Thanks Rayne. We might make it out your guys way sometime when we strike it rich haha ;)


The ugly drunk bass player

That would be cool...Would make much more sense in this thread than our current conversation :)

AWESOME...Here's hoping it's soon...Umm...for you guys, of course...not just so we can hang out or anything...:D

Wow, Elvis. You play a mean bass, my friend.
Great stuff.

Thank you :o

I agree, what's with all the goofy ass knitted hats though? Doesn't seem quite as hardcore as the music.

Cheers dude!

It was winter I guess people sacrificed looking cool to keep warm.

Heh, they didn't look super warm either but I've never worn one so I wouldn't know, I thought it was some weird trend over there. Knitted hats with long ass pigtails haha. Gave me the image of Pippi Longstockings moshing.

Just a bunch a grunger hippies haha

That's badass, EC. Does FOE have an album I can buy?

I'm gonna do a book of horror poetry sometime in the next couple years if I can find a publisher, who's down. It will be mostly poems like this one:

Last Testament of Myron Clay, Carnival Barker

When June was too young to belch fire,
Like Mr. Inferno, who we’d picked up in White Plains, New York
We gave them dwarves, wild beasts and the queen of the wire,
We took the champagne and we popped the cork
For eager guests with ravenous faces
Who had given their Sunday to admire our work.
You see, this is a job that the public embraces
We are the mesmerists of their shame
Putting down repulsion when it rises
To rebuke them for a long day of games.

My wagons are chock full of Unchristian words
That those churchmice shout out in their dreams.
Those Christians watch those men who swallow swords,
In hopes that their little wives might follow suit,
But won’t compromise the comfort prayer affords,
By doing anything else but standing mute
And as the awful blockhead pounds those nails,
The girls can’t help but think he’s sort of cute.

We’d made our way from Hartford on the rails
To this Massachusetts town where we’d shown ‘em who’s boss.
That night I couldn’t hear the wolf boy’s tragic wails,
Since it was hours after the show and I slept on the sauce.
The mob even dragged the strong man to the ground,
Because mobs, like carnivals, live by their own laws.

When I woke, flames licked my feet and I was bound
Cause the mob who applauded before named me a sinner
For showing things as true as that the earth was round.
The body of the skeleton man looked even thinner
As he hanged beside the fat lady, his wife.

To act this way for God made the devil the winner,
As he lent the eager zealots the ankou’s scythe,
Which they used to cut down the men who told the truth
About the desperate ugliness that is life.


Then a cool hand on my cheek began to soothe
The pain from the loss of my friends and the fire’s heat.
A pale lady stood beside me in the light of her youth
And whispered that my days were not complete.
No townsfolk saw her, they just kept on adding more wood
And screaming that I’d never sit by God’s seat.

When they laid me down in the ground I understood
That this lady was sent by the devil below,
Though my body was charred, their flames had done no good,
But it was something that ignorant mob would never know.
So I came out from my grave into the light,
Determined to give these rubes a better show.

I wore a mask since my face was a grisly sight,
A frightening, elegant red-lipped harlequin,
And gathered up a gallery of rare delights,
That would once more tempt this goddamn town to sin.

In Africa, I found the dreadful gorilla man,
I got a lovely Pacific mermaid with scales and fins.
Twenty-five blushing geishas came from Japan,
There was a Turk who swallowed swords with awesome skill,
An Appalachian puma girl who looked grand
And with tigers and wolves I rounded out the bill.
A show the townsfolk certainly couldn’t resist,
With an army of attractions to do my will.

When we got to town, they thought there could never exist
A display so wanton and so beyond repentance
But when they watched it their faces were full of bliss.
Maybe somewhat moreso since they wouldn’t revoke their sentence.

The puma girl had every man there entranced
With feline contours that threatened their ascendance.
Though her fangs were bared, they still enjoyed the dance
Their catcalls and applause revealed their gaiety
And the measure of her success was in their pants.

The gorilla man enthralled all of the ladies
With great hairy arms that could snap them in half
And the eyes of a beast that had come forth from Hades
With a primitive, savage mind bent on wrath.
They were swooning and crying and frozen to the spot
And many of them were robbed of their breath.

Maybe half of that awful town had tickets bought
On a Sunday that was supposed to be holy
And I promised them all that these things would be naught
Compared to the magic of a thrilling finale.

When the sun set on the fairgrounds, I gave a yell,
A call to make my myrmidons all rally
To take these hypocrites to their circles of Hell.
When the cages sprang open, the townsfolk were all afraid,
It turns out that my horrors were chosen well.

The Turk had taken heads with his whirling blade,
And desperate men were trying hard to swim
Drawn into the tank with a lecherous mermaid.
The puma girl soothed many libido’s whims,
So men forgot about their wives and their daughters
As the gorilla man had taken advantage of them.

Such violence and lust defined the slaughter
Of which I had been a most gleeful host;
Ill used, sliced up, seduced and submerged in water.
And when the town’s rewards were finally just,
I knew that the devil would take for what he’d given,
When I saw my comrades who had gone to dust
Before my eyes as if they were still living.
They led me then to the place where I’d settle down,
I began damnation and I finished grieving.

Thanks mate. We sold out of the live/demo EP we did but are recording some new stuff soon so I'll flick one your way.

Let me know, too. I'd like to pick one up myself.

Doc, that is THE most marvellous piece of poetry I have read in recent times.

Really, if your poetry book will be having poems with that quality and depth, it will be a bestseller in record time. Mark my words.

Will do. It'll just be another demo on CD-R but it should sound tidier than the last one. Keeping shit pretty DIY. Might look at putting a 7" out sometime.