The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
Haemmorhoids. Another fitting subject for agony. Especially in the pompous "I'm readihg me best poetry, me" voice that Mike Pinder always adopted for the spoken bits of Moody Blues LP's. (OTTOAD is excluded as it is actually a very, very good LP capturing the zeitgeist of late 1960's British music.) My interpretation of the portentious introductory poem caused much laughter in a room of undergrads at UEA Norwich.
1/2/2010 6:46 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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