+ "Yo, Izzy... are you kidding me?" On the news me into m'prime and no crime where d'dollar sign money pon m'mind, so me nah no time, f'spend, time f'spend. An m'style put me pon a map, me upon d'top and me name Koffee...1
The prayer and set the captives free with Gregory. What's got to be...? For God it can be an open question and the future not closed or fixed. Unless of course, we "have faith" for something specific and in "believing, on God" it, —will be done.
THE LAST ONES and Bandokay X Double Lz on OT Boppin. The last ones on the last track, on a ten bag playlist. Gagging for some Gregory. Will slip off 'the 31' songs for the month. For a break. For research purposes, eh. See a new pressing of Storm is out, and due for a long-awaited reacquaintance and outing.
QUESTIONS AND UPDATED [until cloe of post]2 : About the 1011-ers. (Not the 101-ers and Joe Strummer. We met a number of times around 1980. Can be certain; Joe-alive, today? Be shouting on the rooftops about UK Drill. Instead: No-nothing, from no-one or much, in the not-much music press. That's being as generous as I can be. When there's nout doing, from any journo's online, with no 'other' medium — i.e. 'printed matter' by post, aka "a good idea"— or so, it seems to be, and the Web -or- not = seen or read. Aka, "by post" and "pre-'98".
"A little bit too much information" and waving the conscientious? Funny ways of Truthscoop. Plus, posting the next one, which indicates the last is 'a wrap'. A wrap-a-ta wrap-it up (?) Won't get anywhere trying to be and do, what not, or don't like. Can't be directed, through what might, crowd-please. Hence, no looking at the stats and hits. About what 'hits' me. Reckon for an easy goes jaunt through the 'Ten Bag'. Do a 'Sunday School' and all dat. In the morn. A Lovely Morning.
Settle on, eh yuh dey go? We go where the money deh. Then we répéter, répéter. Anyhow, anyway, anyway.Repeat, and yes, 31 songs this month. Tidy backing by J Hus and the flaming-fluttering Koffee sings her socks off. Finest licks and pop topper.
You can do what you like or be told, wrote and sang Phil Ochs. The singer I turned to listen, upon hearing Dub Fx. See Morrisey covered it and gave it a min. It was the album image that got me. Fabulous. Caught me and then the song, enough not to regret, it's one of thirty-one. Put Oaks on the playlist 2 thought it a bit miffy not put Morrisey up. The cover did its job. And Morrisey does his job: An essential irritant. Wind-up, the wind-up-able. A plus. Questions need asking. M. did and does, stir 'em up. Thank God.
Next, The Ramones. Thank God. Astounding stuff. Music to move us.
Yeah, I said it's all right I won't forget All the times I waited patiently for you I think you'll do (just what) you choose to do And I will be aloneagain tonightmy dear
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...thanks for coming.
MJ's transcribe. Accept the right to be corrected. ↩
Could they publish lyrics, distribute or write publicly? Talk-about what, or not, is ok?. Permission required but —"don't bother asking"? ↩