Folks gonna think Occupant turned all Eno, they done gone 'sperimennal, loss the human touch what withall the lectris and buzz noises an such. Why, one would think they got naw lyrictitude, naw words left, why, I member when this here webulist page spoused the skeletal beat, the musings in word form, ponderances on corn - koh-i-noor and such. Why only just as far back as a kit was due to a meat rabbit we was sangin this ballad of the one called Wicked Henry. Gone by the tag Wicked Henry nigh 20 some year. And Scott, with one on the way herself, sat perched on seven pillows at the pianobox and callin Wicked Henry! when the time came roun. Though she never knew that rascal, she knew of him and that's what legends are all about. The Stagger Lee of Puslinch, Wicked Henry...
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sit or stand I don’t care
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I gotta tale o’ woe to tell
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one about old henry, and how he’s a gone to hell
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wicked henry, it’s about time to tell
henry was young man
a young man once a time
only one with a neckbeard and taste for lager'n'lime
wicked henry, taste for lager'n'lime
well the part about the lager aint true
but this i'll tell you son
henry was a ramblin man, and his company tweren’t fun
wicked henry, company weren’t fun
henry was a cantank'rous sort afore he's 21
crazy stare did glaze his eyes
ne’er did like no one
crazy stare, didn’t like no one
even tho he was a surly brute he did have some friend
three lads, mom’s vega, did wind and they did a-wend
down to new york, new york town one time
well he packed some tabs of acid and headed on down the line
didn’t take much addin up for customs to smell a crime
in the glovebox, search ensued for crime
well the customs they found nothing but henry was a dork
and henry and the three lads made it to new york
and they got there, eatin with a knife and fork
henry bought some skippy and loaf o wonder bread
wouldn’t eat in rest'rants like a normal man be fed
he a cheapskate - eatin wonderbread
what made him so psychotic lord can only know
as the facts add up the memory’s kinda slow
but he had a neckbeard, and his face did a purplish glow
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Quit talkin an start playin! Where's the alleged music? We here in cyberspace doubt its existence. We here think you all be a bunch a smart talking wankers frum the big city.
City slickers suck!!!!
Hi, good post. I have been pondering this topic,so thanks for sharing. I’ll likely be coming back to your posts. Keep up the good work
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