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Anyone up for interpreting this one I just wrote off the top of my head?_ 

 

The Ballad of Baloney Balderdash

 

James Diddle had a mighty doh

Dee do the Humpty Dumpty routine on a whim

And everyone fall down, oh no

I know my skittles

Memory like scrambled eggs

Yo, ho!

And here we go again, like nothing

Empty pockets, no way home

Floating in my shuttle

Shut the door, forgot my keys

No way home

I'm floating, dry

Hope I'll die before I live

My love is purple, so is like desert sand

And prunes in May, the hurdled hum of hundred men

Oh, man!

I left the oven on

Deserted cherry pie on random shuffle

Deeds are done by no command 

No water left in my spirit bottle

At ends suddenly out of rhythm

without a rhyme

and non the wiser

Yo ho!

I knew it!

Here we go again...

 

 

 

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1 hour ago, Baloney Balderdash said:

Anyone up for interpreting this one I just wrote off the top of my head?_ 

 

The Ballad of Baloney Balderdash

 

James Diddle had a mighty doh

Dee do the Humpty Dumpty routine on a whim

And everyone fall down, oh no

I know my skittles

Memory like scrambled eggs

Yo, ho!

And here we go again, like nothing

Empty pockets, no way home

Floating in my shuttle

Shut the door, forgot my keys

No way home

I'm floating, dry

Hope I'll die before I live

My love is purple, so is like desert sand

And prunes in May, the hurdled hum of hundred men

Oh, man!

I left the oven on

Deserted cherry pie on random shuffle

Deeds are done by no command 

No water left in my spirit bottle

At ends suddenly out of rhythm

without a rhyme

and non the wiser

Yo ho!

I knew it!

Here we go again...

 

 

 

 

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9 hours ago, Baloney Balderdash said:

Anyone up for interpreting this one I just wrote off the top of my head?_ 

 

The Ballad of Baloney Balderdash

 

James Diddle had a mighty doh

Dee do the Humpty Dumpty routine on a whim

And everyone fall down, oh no

I know my skittles

Memory like scrambled eggs

Yo, ho!

And here we go again, like nothing

Empty pockets, no way home

Floating in my shuttle

Shut the door, forgot my keys

No way home

I'm floating, dry

Hope I'll die before I live

My love is purple, so is like desert sand

And prunes in May, the hurdled hum of hundred men

Oh, man!

I left the oven on

Deserted cherry pie on random shuffle

Deeds are done by no command 

No water left in my spirit bottle

At ends suddenly out of rhythm

without a rhyme

and non the wiser

Yo ho!

I knew it!

Here we go again...

 

 

 

Too bad David Bowie is dead, it could have been the follow up of Space Oddity.

 

Just replace James Diddle by Major Tom and there you go.

 

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"Labouring tongues we give rise to soft lies, disguised metaphors that keep us in a vast inverted stillness twice-edged with fear" (Henry Cow, Living in the Heart of the Beast)

 

so do please bear that in mind, won't you.

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Marc Bolan was another writer of obscure lyrics, from the psychedelia of Tyrannosaurus Rex ("Great horsey champer gold braid, pranced proudly in the garden villas with the Sun, dipped diving with his horned onyx, saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs of the gun. When the great apple falls, she'll be queen of your halls.") to the random lyrics of T Rex ("Metal guru, is it you? Sitting there in your armour plated chair. Metal guru, could it be, you're going to bring my baby to me? She'll be wild, you know, a rock and roll child").

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I do actually usually have a pretty good idea of what I am actually writing when writing lyrics, but must admit I did write a fair share of nonsense for the lyrics of the songs I produced with the psychedelic electronic duo "Electro Jar" that I had together with a friend a few years back.

 

Here are the lyrics I wrote for the 3 songs on our "Divinorum" EP:

 

 

Divinorum

 

Black and white silhouette ruins shooting up past the last winding corner of a glimpse of an eyes wide shut future hope of illusions scanning the horizon of the vast sea of time an infinite ocean in our mind breaking waves off a breathless surfer revealed as a corpse on the shore that is present before us as he struggles to breath just to drown counting one thousand waves down before we arrived to dive in free fall past the cliffs in our watery grave to survive to tell the cautionary tale of our lives spreading like drops as we hit the surface recycled infinitely through the weather system and further out beyond the Universe and concept of time and space as such.

 

 

Spacefuzz 2016

 

Comets fill the sky

satellites are drifting by

a star is born another die

a roaring silent cry

 

And I'm gone...

 

Alien and lonely

moondogs howl along

the Univers' a song

spacing out of orbit

nowhere to belong

 

And I'm gone....

 

Winding wormholes

withered molehills

Saturn, Sirius

semi circle fish gills

 

And I'm gone...

 

Flesh wounds

dread looms

Mars, Pluto,

fools and dead prunes

 

And I'm gone...

 

 

Somewhere Over the Ocean (a song dictated in a dream)

 

A broken sea of liquid electricity

held in the palm of my hand

a mountain view of waves

inside my tiny eye of solitude,

and deep down the Ocean shelf lies books of unbound wisdom,

in liquid form as it comes,

flowing with the water.

 

Dive! Dive! Dive!

 

And somewhere over the Ocean,

beyond the tress,

lies the dreams

 

Somewhere over the Ocean,

somewhere beneath a tree,

somewhere someone is sleeping,

somewhere someone is dreaming,

a song dictated in a dream

 

Somewhere over the Ocean,

we sail the memory sea

 

Sail the broken sea

sail the burning sea

sail the lonely sea

 

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I just watched the Graceland ('Classic Album' series) documentary last week and he discussed this: He said it was about a point in his life where he was feeling down and unsure about life, had recently split from his wife and the Garfunkel partnership, but then he finds redemption in S Africa recording the Graceland album. A lot of the lyrics are depressing and he sort of regrets the jokey video.

 

A man walks down the street 

He says, "Why am I soft in the middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard"

 

      .....that's him writing about himself, feeling irrelevant - like the famous version of him is a cartoon caricature, a 'cartoon' joke that'll die


Bonedigger, Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away in my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore

 

         ......... again, fairly depressing stuff: graveyard, dark, dogs after him, unfit, he's had enough of feeling afraid and worrying about death. 

 

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

 

        ...........he needs help (he doesn't mention why the Betty/Al in the documentary but other places say it was him and his wife being mistakenly referred to as that at a party)

 

A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention

 

         .......aparently a Richard joke.


And, whoa, my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my role model
Now that my role model is gone, gone?"

 

          ...........dark. 

 
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al
Call me Al

 

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's his first time around
Doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, "Amen and Hallelujah!"

 

......recording 'Graceland' album in South Africa and finding redemption.

 

 

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3 hours ago, Baloney Balderdash said:

I do actually usually have a pretty good idea of what I am actually writing when writing lyrics, but must admit I did write a fair share of nonsense for the lyrics of the songs I produced with the psychedelic electronic duo "Electro Jar" that I had together with a friend a few years back.

 

Here are the lyrics I wrote for the 3 songs on our "Divinorum" EP:

 

 

Divinorum

 

Black and white silhouette ruins shooting up past the last winding corner of a glimpse of an eyes wide shut future hope of illusions scanning the horizon of the vast sea of time an infinite ocean in our mind breaking waves off a breathless surfer revealed as a corpse on the shore that is present before us as he struggles to breath just to drown counting one thousand waves down before we arrived to dive in free fall past the cliffs in our watery grave to survive to tell the cautionary tale of our lives spreading like drops as we hit the surface recycled infinitely through the weather system and further out beyond the Universe and concept of time and space as such.

 

 

Spacefuzz 2016

 

Comets fill the sky

satellites are drifting by

a star is born another die

a roaring silent cry

 

And I'm gone...

 

Alien and lonely

moondogs howl along

the Univers' a song

spacing out of orbit

nowhere to belong

 

And I'm gone....

 

Winding wormholes

withered molehills

Saturn, Sirius

semi circle fish gills

 

And I'm gone...

 

Flesh wounds

dread looms

Mars, Pluto,

fools and dead prunes

 

And I'm gone...

 

 

Somewhere Over the Ocean (a song dictated in a dream)

 

A broken sea of liquid electricity

held in the palm of my hand

a mountain view of waves

inside my tiny eye of solitude,

and deep down the Ocean shelf lies books of unbound wisdom,

in liquid form as it comes,

flowing with the water.

 

Dive! Dive! Dive!

 

And somewhere over the Ocean,

beyond the tress,

lies the dreams

 

Somewhere over the Ocean,

somewhere beneath a tree,

somewhere someone is sleeping,

somewhere someone is dreaming,

a song dictated in a dream

 

Somewhere over the Ocean,

we sail the memory sea

 

Sail the broken sea

sail the burning sea

sail the lonely sea

 

.. & I bet they sound bangin' in Danish.... 😁

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Poppity poppity poppity pop, went the motor-sickle (hittin' on one!), Poppity poppity poppity pop, went the motor-sickle (hittin' on two!) 

 

Dizzy Gillespie needed his carb cleaned out?

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