Oh my brain is baby mashed! I wish I could write like that!Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Oh my brain is baby mashed! I wish I could write like that!
From John Cooper Clarke's website www.johncooperclarke.com
Health Fanatic
Round the block - against the clock Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Running out of breath - running out of socks Rubber on the road... flippety flop Non-skid agility... chop chop No time to hang about Work out health fanatic... work out The crack of dawn he's lifting weights His tell-tale heart reverberates He's high in polyunsaturates.. Low in polysaturates... The Duke of Edinburgh's award awaits It's a man's life He's a health fanatic... so was his wife A one-man war against decay Enjoys himself the hard way Allows himself a mars a day How old am I - what do I weigh Punch me there... does it hurt... no way Running on the spot don't get too hot He's a health fanatic, that's why not Running through the traffic jam - taking in the lead Hyperactivity keeps him out of bed Deep down he'd like to kick it in the head They'll regret it when they're dead There's more to life than fun He's a health fanatic - he's got to run Beans greens and tangerines And low cholestrol margarines His limbs are loose, his teeth are clean He's a high-octane fresh-air fiend You've got to admit he's keen What can you do but be impressed He's a health fanatic... give it a rest Shadow boxing - punch the wal One-a-side football... what's the score... one-all Could have been a copper... too small Could have been a jockey... too tall Knees up, knees up... head the bal Nervous energy makes him tick He's a health fanatic... he makes you sick
JCC at his finest.
I love green beans and tangerines
When past sometimes takes you with soft hands
forcelessly pulls you to your chair
hides you away from these half days
sunless at the end of the year
the air is like a knife cutting through you
a room in the house is always warm
stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking
of fair days your future may hold
love comes like surprise ice on the water
love comes like surprise ice at dawn
love comes like surprise ice on the water
love comes at dawn
deprived of the light and of the colours
the world ends at your window tree
darkness creates these illusions
but pale days can teach you to see
rain falls but no life is given
weeks pass no progress is made
past sometimes takes you with soft hands
and all that surrounds you will fade
O. C. Kings
HHH i like this a lot, especially these lines....
a room in the house is always warm
stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking
of fair days your future may hold
thank you
Some good stuff tonight. For those who are bothered book about 1/3 done.
A little poem called
'Spike'
Eccentric, beloved genius poet and artist too,
Manic grinning clown of the surreal what a loon,
Drawings, poetry,prose,radio and something he called q,
He told you he was ill and on that sad day he was dead and goon.
By Matt Harmston.
1/3 done! It is going to be huge when you've finished as you've still been writing loads. What number are you aiming for?
About 100/120 pages 5x8 mainly text with odd picture and sleeve picture too. Available in soft and hardback and anything from about December 20th onwards that i like will be in volume 2. The paperback will be £5.95 as i think that will make a little profit for bipolar charity and to do same hardback would be £13.95. I am sending e mails to any celebrity no matter how minor who i know has bipolar to see if they would do a sleeve note. I haven't posted as much as i would like on here because of book. We could very easily do a F.P.S. book for the fra or something it would be easy. The only issue is who would be editor. How are you today anyhow today HHH ?.How much snow ?.
Evening Matt. Please continue to keep us posted regarding book progress. Cheers, Andrew
Will do. What's it like round your way ?.
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