PROLAPSE: Classic or Dud

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(Oh yeah, to stay in keeping with the tone of this thread, I heard that Scottish Mick has assembled an army of ANGRY VIKINGS and is coming over to destroy all former members of Dalmation Rex & The Eigentones with pointy things, or something along those lines.)

"Oh Micky, running round and round,
Watch your footing, don't break the ground.
Naughty Micky, kicking arse,
You like drinking cider, you don't smoke grass.
Oh naughty Micky, making hay,
With cider drink - You're not gay.
But take this heed, warrior brave,
Your weakness is how you treat your slave.
You scolded him for drinking gin,
And because he made an horrendous din,
So in your cider he placed laxatives,
And now you've got your girl in fits,
As she watches you poop a stream of cack,
As you're wearing your bunnymen mac."

"Now I'm sonic and bionic,
I don't drink gin and tonic,
As I feel the chronic like a spider,
And drink a little cider.
To the world in my office,
I send another missive.
Is there anybody out there,
Or has everyone gone off it?
I deliberate on the moment,
Will I ever have atonement?
The now feels 'wow',
As I imagine my opponent,
Reading this recital,
I don't suppose this line is vital,
As I'm feeling fairly tribal,
As I sense the awe insightful,
Cause of much perspective,
In this civilised community,
But with impunity currently,
I wait for something to amuse me,
But I've lost my sense of humour,
It fell out of my brain,
But I'll try to scrape it up again,
Because it is my main game."

Ming Mang Mong Man
The way you carry on and
Drink your white cider
like a chronic spider
is causing irritation
like colonic irrigation
spouting streams of shit
from your nonsense talking lips
You're off yer heid
and what you need
is a braw wee coracle
to soothe awa yer pain
cool doon yer brane
Ye think yer like an oracle
preaching in Spain
but yer just insane
Yer more like an orifice
and I'm getting sick of this

At this point Geordie Mick and the Percy-Posse huffed out of the room and pulled faces through the window of the Landsdown until the bouncer told them to stop it or get lost. They then returned to the bar with their parkas between their legs and glowered at Scottish Mick over their White Ciders with strawberry daiquiri chasers.

We're off to play Emmaboda in Sweden this summer, we need a ukulele technician and I reckon if we take a bottle of special Irn Bru then we could tempt him down from the north...

Jimmy
www.myspace.com/thebobbymcgees

"blackness"

"blackness
is black
so black
so very black
so very very black
it's blackness
like my heart
is black
filled with blackness
which is black
so black
so very black
so very very black
if i was french
i would be noir
which sounds cool
but is not
because of my blackness
so very very very black"

I showed up in '96 to see Stereolab & these guys blew me away.

you are right, but do yrself a favour and check them out.
"italian flag" is a cllassic. ( if you like stereolab,sonic youth,the fall,pil,repetition and bombastic production)

He has also grown his hair big and spangly again, and is avaialable for hire as a giant version of Alex Harvey, and will perform his coffee table routine for the price of a can or irn bru.

£3.70 including postage on eBay got me this unobtainable collectors item. I'm prepared to sell it on in exchange for any of the Funky Mongoose material, especially the uber-rare 'Mice With Lice In My Rice..Nice'.

-- Red Nagget (sertro...), March 5th, 2006. (later)

It's a sign!

Needless to say Geordie Mick is positively raging in indignation!

Geordie Mick's Ming Mang Mong Mark Two had apparently recruited ex-Voon leader MJ Hibbett for the battle of the Landsdowne gig and were planning on renaming themselves Ming Mang Mong Mark Hibbett.

Sadly, MJ couldn't make the gig due to a meeting with his publishers, but gave the North Easterly one a pep talk saying he thought that the previous line-up of Ming Mang Mong were better than the Beatles or even Wings.

Meanwhile, Ming Mang Mong Minus One, realising that they were ultimately doomed without their leader Geordie Mick (or "Guru Mong" as he now insists the members of the band call him) woo-ed him back with a £50 phone card and a packet of Lemon Puffs. Analysts have predicted that it is now only a matter of time before the band start calling themselves Ming Mang Mongoose.

Geordie Mick was so pleased with the proceedings that he is considering an ill advised attempt at an upbeat version of Lou Reed's "Metal Machine Music".

It's 5.20pm (GMT) and the last notes of the new "Metal Machine Mongoose" album being recorded live have just died away. Local music journalist David "Dave" Davies was there whilst it was being recorded and had this to say:

"Who would have thought that music this innovative, this crucial, this insanely and intrinsically beautiful, yet ugly too (but in a good, non-ironic way) could be conceived, played and recorded within the space of sixty minutes?"

He continued:

"Guru Mong (née Geordie Mick) is at a creative apex, he's burning white hot, white as his beloved £1.99 cider and this cover of Lou Reeds unlistenable classic proves it. I'm overwhelmed with admiration and love for him and his beautiful art. He's a genius. Mong Mang Ming had better watch out."

So - there you have it, music has been reborn.