What Song Are You Listening To, Right Now?

What better way to start the day than with a cheery chat, to the local milkman, concerning the works of Sergio Panunzio, eh? Great Britain: Philosophy Nation.

Although, to be honest, he professed to be “more of a Herman's Hermits fan myself”.

'Blank Generation' – Richard Hell & the Voidoids
 
Supertramp - The Logical Song

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable
 
Good evening.

I believe it was Pope John Pauls II: The Quickening who said, “Saturday night's alright for fighting”. Those Popes are a crazy lot after a couple of pints, i can tell you. Oh, the stories i could tell you about the bare knuckle bouts between Cardinal Ratzingers, as he then was, going toe-to-toe with the 'King of the Gypsies' in a pub car park

As a refined and respectable pillar of the community, i, of course, eschew the traditional English pastimes of casual drunkenness and random violence. After all, one gets enough of that type of thing at home, what?

To the beer shop....

'Fight Music for the Fight' – Bromheads Jacket
 
'Unchained Melody'...Righteous Brothers..then onto 'You've lost that loving feeling'...but of course the 'Righteous Brothers ...again!
 
"Hey Jack Kerouac"

10,000 Maniacs

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother
and the tears she cried, she cried for none other
than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous
who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
they all spoke through you.

Hey Jack, now for the tricky part,
when you were the brightest star who were the shadows?
Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite.
Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days.
You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
nights in Chinatown howling at night.

Allen baby, why so jaded?
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they've made you,
just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day.

You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
in Harlem howling at night.
What a tear stained shock of the world,
you've gone away without saying goodbye.
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Have you seen it? Well? Have you?

I refer to the new Boeing Dreamliner flying machine. For those who haven't, imagine a really big plane and you're almost there. I, for one, think it is fantastic. Those crazy boffins have done it again, manufacturing this revolutionary airborne beast using “carbon-fiber” technology. Heaven knows what that is, but it's bound to be a step up on the good old fashioned carbon-fibre we're used to.

Plus it's a mere snip at 162 million American squids, although i'm led to believe parking may be a problem.

'Wunderbar' – Tenpole Tudor
 
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