Chris
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Ah, Min Diesel. Aberdeen can do it, y’know. For some bizarre reason the Silver City is bringing the grunge/whatever ‘scene’ kicking and screaming through hole-ridden jeans and tobacco scorched throats and we suddenly have bands that channel the loud/quiet aesthetic of Seattle…
Chris did artwurk for a free Bones & Money dubble dwnlooad. Check it aaall out.
TWX-006: Bones & Money - Close/Anxious
Tuff Wax’s first release of 2012, free, download now!
Shout out to my man Dem Dem Bones
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GOOSE - BITCHEZZZ BE FE$TIVE X
Christmas is cumming
Festivities approaching, shops are fucking hoaching. Stocked on turkeys and pheasants, an abundance of poaching.
For a chunk of society it’s a wonderful life. Matched by a chunk kicked in the face with poverty and strife.
For one father and his dog, it’s a beautiful occasion. For another, Christmas spirit needs unlimited persuation.
A family of four, a wreath on their door. A single man, a sofa, ten Super Tennents on the floor.
A sense of optimism, presents surrounding the tree. A sense of desperation, with Mr.Kyle on TV.
Awaiting the arrival, a plethora of relatives. The family can’t stop talking, running out of superlatives.
In the deepest sense of contrast, this humble man - he too awaits. Disgusted by these toy adverts - on the advertisement breaks.
The human form equivalent of the animated Grinch. In his bitter old mind, he’d like this “Santa Claus” lynched.
In a modern day era of pure materialism. Kids looking at their father wondering if Santa really is him.
But if they get what they want, then that’s all that matters. For all they fucking care, their Santa Claus could be Sepp Blatter.
To conclude, we have these men - with their different perspectives. One appears to have the spirit and the other, neglected.
So in your humble opinion, do you think it’s a farce? Or are you with the father, pulling games consoles out’ his arse?
Hey deerrrrr, and welcome to my collaborative blog with my gr8 friend, Christopher Mann. I will be providing some light-hearted lyrics/poetry/whatever. Chris will lend his creative hand to make some quite exquisite sketchez. I hope you enjoy this, share this and help spread the worrrrrd(s).
Only the two most recent scrawlings have been posted so far, will get Parts 1 & 2 on in due time.
Indulge yourself.
"— Goose and Mann (6th Dec 2011)
Apple-bong Diaries
Two twenty somethings, alone on a Sunday. Small-town sense of boredom, Christopher, what do you say?
A sense of ingenuity, a great old idea. A fruit product plan, precedes an afternoon beer.
The humble old apple, a one purpose item. A one trick pony, i’ma mix it up to frighten him.
Push some holes with a pencil, you push them right through. Only one person to smoke this with, I’m lucky it is you.
A small muddy lane, in a municipal park. It’s only 14:20, later it will fade to dark.
At first time of asking, the apple sparks up. A gold rush of ganja, hole on the bottom is shut.
Flows out the mouthpiece, and into the lungs. For the several hours later - taste of weed on our tongues.
The brief walk home, to resume normality. A lovely little episode, in both our eye’s - it’s OK.
