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Face Mail In The Meat Zone
Fri, 29 Sep 2006 09:36:00 +0100 uk.people.silversurfers
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We spent a pleasent yesterday evening in the company of Neil Innis at
The Musician, Leicester. Highly entertaining intelligent often surreal BunnyHare...
Foxy at w*rk...
humour and a superb muso. He accompanied himself on 3 guitars, banjo, ukelele, gob iron and an electric piano. One at a time of course. We were treated to some old favorites from the Bonzos and the Ruttles plus some songs new to me, including one about Silversurfers, titled as the subject. The definition of that is a good old fashioned face to face chat. Lyrics below. There is a Bonzos tour in the planning stages apparently, plus the possiblity of a Ruttles tour after that. Something to look out for. Bram...
They call me a silver surfer Because I'm old and gray A kind of new age pensioner Who can handle I.T. okay I may be at home on the internet Online and up to speed But can these modem times really get Get me all I need? I need the real world Show me the real world Where scissors cut paper And paper wraps stone Give me face mail in the meat zone Out on the superhighway Where the jargonauts come and go I can get all the information I'll ever need to know Just as easy as finding your Christmas tree lights All tangled up in a ball One dark bulb in the scheme of things And you get no joy at all I need the real world Show me the real world Beyond the reach of digital t.v. Online shopping at dot com-ci, com-за We are but flesh and bone Give me face mail in the meat zone Face mail in the meat zone... Well I know what over the hill is So before I click "undo" I'm downloading Monet's "Lilies" To send as an attachment to you I need the real world Show me the real world Where scissors cut paper And paper wraps stone Just you and me, all on our own With a really good bottle of Cote du Rhone Give me face mail in the meat zone Face mail in the meat zone Face mail in the meat zone. |