WITH new friends the where to f--- hell we tribe. More info when drums start up again

........well?????????

Last seen collecting lotto winnings

in the jungle?

payoff in bananas?

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments ---
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---
eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows ---
they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows.

Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.

Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals play is a winner.

Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.

The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns ---
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle
as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.

sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent
snot is running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
oh, aqualung
drying in the cold sun
watching as the frilly panties run
aqualung
feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken lung
oh, aqualung

sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely
taking time the only way he knows
leg hurting bad
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog
and warms his feet
feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode
and a cup of tea
aqualung my friend
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me

do you still remember
december's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard was
screaming agony
and you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea diver sounds
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring

sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely
taking time the only way he knows
leg hurting bad
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog
and warms his feet
feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode
and a cup of tea
aqualung my friend
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me

aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me

sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent
snot is running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
oh, aqualung
drying in the cold sun
watching as the frilly panties run
aqualung
feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken lung
oh, aqualung

oh, aqualung

Where out thy aualung

Meanwhile back in the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---
you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society ---
one day you'll wake up in the Present Day ---
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.

Skating away ---
skating away ---
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

So as you push off from the shore,
won't you turn your head once more --- and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day ---
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---
you're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye ---
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
you're the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

All this and its only monday

My first and last time with you
and we had some fun.
wenT walking through the trees, yeah!
And then I kissed you once.
Oh I want to see you soon
but I wonder how.
It was a new day yesterday
but it's an old day now.

Spent a long time looking
for a game to play.
My luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way.
Oh I had to leave today
just when I thought I'd found you.
It was a new day yesterday
But it's an old day now.

the minstrel in the gallery
looked down on the rabbit-run.
and threw away his looking-glass -
saw his face in everyone.

Along the coast road, by the headland
the early lights of winter glow.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling.
Raise it up --- say Cheerio.


(Time fer work again).

THRES a god after all

agnosticism