PILLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

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Club Sandwich in the distance,
waiters cross the parquet floor,
ignoring my question.
Fickle promises of eating, 
while I try my luck once more, futile digestion.
Food gets cold, that is sure. This mad place,
my urge is getting worse from fruitless food-chase.
I guess my order is forgotten.
What a crawl! This lazy dope,
this stupid armadillo,
— all day long to the chilling night,
he’s resting on his PILLOOOOOOOW!!!

[Angry sax]

How slow the time seems,
I want to pay my bill now.
We know where the waiter is,
he’s resting on his PILLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

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The Sleepwalker Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: February 03 2009 Location: The Netherlands Status: Offline Points: 15141	Posted: May 06 2010 at 16:12
	I back cover of my copy of In Camera actually sais Go instead of Gog, HILARIOUS!!!! Edited by The Sleepwalker - May 06 2010 at 16:13

Vompatti Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67441	Posted: May 06 2010 at 16:14
	You should see the back covers of the Tangerine Dream remasters.

refugee Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026	Posted: May 07 2010 at 05:52
	Part(henon) II: The Frivolous Mouse The constipation of this song is far from right; it’s simply wrong. Although they tried to kill the thread, the bats and brats are gone and dead. Let’s dance a merry dance instead and sing about the frivolous mouse who hit the cheese pie with her spouse!
	He say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill)

AtomicCrimsonRush Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: July 02 2008 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 14258	Posted: May 07 2010 at 10:41
	This thread is dying a natural death


someone_else Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: May 02 2008 Location: Going Bananas Status: Offline Points: 24558	Posted: May 07 2010 at 10:58
	Cat Choir: The dancing couple gives the thread another spin and bring some cheesiness right in The usage of our teeth and claws we will suspend To save this story from a cruel untimely end.


AtomicCrimsonRush Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: July 02 2008 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 14258	Posted: May 08 2010 at 10:42



The Sleepwalker Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: February 03 2009 Location: The Netherlands Status: Offline Points: 15141	Posted: May 08 2010 at 13:54
	"That's my throne", he said and he took all of the fish. Never in the history of man had a gnome got such a suntan. Creeping in your garden, he plays with cats, perhaps even wombats, he eats the bugs and snails! Ravaging your garden when the sun goes down innocently looking when you notice and probably frown. And when you turn your back at him, he'll drop his pants but remains unseen!

someone_else Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: May 02 2008 Location: Going Bananas Status: Offline Points: 24558	Posted: May 08 2010 at 16:38
	The Levellers: Blood, sweat and tears really don't matter Just the things that you do in this garden Edited by someone_else - May 08 2010 at 16:40


refugee Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026	Posted: May 09 2010 at 03:38
	A frippant and frivolous mouse she was as she roamed the meternal sea in search of a brutiful spouse, she was as umphatic and gree as could be
	He say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill)

AtomicCrimsonRush Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: July 02 2008 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 14258	Posted: May 09 2010 at 10:14
	War with the dragon Lay our swords to rest War with the dragon Now our souls are blessed Oh let this moon unfold its silver wings Take the light unto our holy rings devestation of the earth crowd the face of our worth everytime i see her i want to go down into the valley raging below Anger is a choice and now its found a voice Anger is a choice And now I have two boys


refugee Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026	Posted: May 09 2010 at 10:52
	T’was deep, t’was deep Now I’ll put on my glengarry and go off to sleep. Edited by refugee - May 10 2010 at 03:46
	He say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill)

The Sleepwalker Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: February 03 2009 Location: The Netherlands Status: Offline Points: 15141	Posted: May 09 2010 at 11:56
	Part IV (just a guess that is): Gnome (From Godbluff): Stub gnomes in the distance, whining ‘cross the blasted moor against the horizon. Fickle promises of treaty, bearded harbingers of war, fungal orisons. Turn around in your gown, this mad place, these gnomes perverting the once pretty landscape until its meaning is forgotten. Beards mask their evil face, skin stretched and sallow, headlong into the chilling night, pointy hats control the gallows. Feet against the grasslands, fingers scrabbling at the cock, craving affection. ‘Sanctuary!” croaks a voice, like a turd plunging deep into the toilet. Shot the bolt through its hat, crumbled the peace; now the echoes of all silent apathy fade in the whining. What a gnome would do such thing? Take him to the gallows. Feed him feces of other gnomes, how swiftly will he vomit. “Compassion” he pleads, as though they kept it in a box - that’s full of midget-warthogs. I’d like to help you somehow, but I’m in the self-same spot, says another foolish traitor. We are all like the bum, on his knees; crapping against the walls of all eternity amidst the foolish crowd. How long it seems, how brown this butthole, how straight the eagle flies, how straight into the tunnel. How long the flight is - why is this passage so narrow? How strange its body feels, surrounded by these feces.

someone_else Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: May 02 2008 Location: Going Bananas Status: Offline Points: 24558	Posted: May 10 2010 at 10:22
	Sh*t tracks are all that's left to be seen Of a gnome who exits the scope of this dream. Edited by someone_else - May 10 2010 at 10:22


refugee Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026	Posted: May 11 2010 at 12:23
	[^^ good work with Arrow, Loek . You inspired me to make my own version. Only one stanza, mainly based on the first part of the song; but I think it says it all.] Club Sandwich in the distance, waiters cross the parquet floor, ignoring my question. Fickle promises of eating, while I try my luck once more, futile digestion. Food gets cold, that is sure. This mad place, my urge is getting worse from fruitless food-chase. I guess my order is forgotten. What a crawl! This lazy dope, this stupid armadillo, — all day long to the chilling night, he’s resting on his PILLOOOOOOOW!!! [Angry sax] How slow the time seems, I want to pay my bill now. We know where the waiter is, he’s resting on his PILLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! Edited by refugee - May 11 2010 at 12:29
	He say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill)

AtomicCrimsonRush Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: July 02 2008 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 14258	Posted: May 12 2010 at 09:52
	A Plague of LightLunch Eaters Still waiting for my flavour I tear the chicken limb from limb I am a prophet who is going to eat his folooweeeeeeeeeeeeeer I sit alone and hungry awaiting this one meal now I am eating bread and I am about to eat the veeeeeeeeeal i am a man who can smell bread I move to the fridge and begin to spreaaaaaaaaaaaad Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! I prophesy a fast and then I count the calories.... I dine but, dining, dying, I know that I am almost obese. On the table lies an empty plate, my chicken to the bone I only have blunt knives, I only have the bluntest spooooooooooooooon.... I've been the eater, and the seal of spread lingers in the butter that is on my bread. When you see the skeletons of a lifeless thin body I know You'll begin to wonder if the diet you are on is working at all and solemnly connected to the maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall... No time now for nutrition you must eat all junk food The walls of your stomach are awaiting and if I weigh I'll crack the scales. So I only think on how my weight has gained, looking at my reflection, myself to blaaaaaaaaaaame Anyway, I'm much too heavy to stand and, as the scales are thrown away into the trash can, I turn on the fan.... ...and find that I am overweight... 'More veal, More veal!' overweight man screamed and opened the fridge to find, bread, jam, butter, milk, chicken drumsticks... no steaks until I die: the chocolate ice cream in the freezer iceblocks, condensed tins only intent on consuming what you’ve got. I crawl away on the dusty floor till I cower to the stairs and then l fall; (someone finish this) Edited by AtomicCrimsonRush - May 12 2010 at 10:13


Mr. Maestro Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: March 05 2010 Location: Knowhere, USA Status: Offline Points: 918	Posted: May 12 2010 at 10:08
	My soul is being rent in two! My mouth has been glued shut with glue! My eardrums shattered by the sound Of bison falling to the ground! Off in the distance I can see A hundred million manatees That swarm around like butterflies And blast away into the skies! I'm getting hungry, too, you know I haven't got nowheres to go I'll sit around and watch it snow But I still got nowheres to go (Sudden lull in the music, out of which bursts a fiery sax accompanied by a pair of mandolins playing a ferocious mixture of conflicting melodies in 5/8 time. The drums and bass play in 33/16.)
	"I am the one who crossed through space...or stayed where I was...or didn't exist in the first place...."

AtomicCrimsonRush Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: July 02 2008 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 14258	Posted: May 12 2010 at 10:16
	I don't want to see one hand in the freezer But meat will drag me deep One more haggard OBESE MAN... I can see the dieticians coming, but I know I'm just an eater; Do I eat or do I abstain? Which choice is the best for me? Edited by AtomicCrimsonRush - May 12 2010 at 10:17


The Sleepwalker Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Prog Reviewer Joined: February 03 2009 Location: The Netherlands Status: Offline Points: 15141	Posted: May 12 2010 at 10:21
	“Hey, hey” gnome fridgemen scream and jump out of the fridge, not breaking through my munching squeaks -no breaks until I die. The gnomes now scratch on my belly fat, the hollowed faces and mindless grins, are only intend on taking away all my food. I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; the gnomes now shriek and leave my bleak -no food left for me now. Those gnomes whine in the heart of mine, their cruel thievery leave my thoughts so dark and parallel my now empty fridge... No parasailing gnome to blame, they’re all gone in the night.

refugee Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: November 20 2006 Location: Greece Status: Offline Points: 7026	Posted: May 12 2010 at 10:51
	Food’s End (Dineline)/Wee Snack Now Roast beef drifting sideways, I am pulled over the ridge I feel you around me, you are the fridge. Knives slice the venison where the fat stands out too stark; I feel I am starving, I could eat a snark. Edited by refugee - May 12 2010 at 10:52
	He say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing (Peter Hammill)

Vompatti Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67441	Posted: May 12 2010 at 14:43
	OMG THERE WASZ A PLECKDRUM ON MY CHOCKOLAT LOL!11!11

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