"Look! No Strings!" by Chumbawamba
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
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It is terribly difficult to keep from dancing while walking down the street in Chucks with peace signs on them and Chumbawamba on the player!!!
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Classes start back next week. Woohoo! I get all cooped up and my rhythms get all out of whack with no outside force to regulate me. Put me in a cave and my days would average 72 hours with a standard deviation of about 420 hours. LOL
Anyway, I really need to do something more than classes because I cant take enough hours because of the goddamned prereqs. I dont see the point in trying to find a job when everything in this town is 10 hours a week at minimum wage. What I need to do is a little direct action. There is a group on campus called Students for Peace and Social Justice. This is not exactly my New Years resolution, as I make resolutions all throughout the year when necessary, but I have promised myself that I will contact this group and see what they do despite my fear of appearing like a stupid old fool in joining a group of students literally half my age.
What I would really like is to find a few hot-headed, like-minded Anarchists here at Miami University, the most conservative university I have ever attended. This goddamned war has been going on how many years now? And all I have seen students doing in the quad is passing out flyers to social balls. For fucking Christs sake, where is their concern and their fire. If these kids grow more conservative with age, may fortune help us! Most of the liberal ideas are segregated onto Western campus, an isolated area hidden off in, oddly enough, the eastern end of the campus. I know a lot of progressive environmental thought goes on there, which is good, but green things grow best on black soil.
In keeping with the color theme, I fear that if I did find some fellow Anarchists, they would just be the usual Reds in black clothing. I have no problem with discussing Communist ideas, but these sorts are almost invariably resistant to ideas that might go against or beyond their doctrines written by long-dead revolutionaries. Dialectic materialism may have made some sense at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, but we are in the Information Age now, and we need some new ideas. Lots of people are talking about new things, but I just happen to be of the opinion that some of these new ideas should appear in Anarchy magazine and not just in Wired magazine.
Then there is the fear of running into folks from the old crowd. Most likely, all those people have converted into SUV-driving, corporate geezers, but the thought of being publicly called out for my sin weighs on all my decisions. I dont really think they would care much to hear of my decade-long ordeal in Gethsemane, and they would drag me up to Golgotha all the same.
To Hell with it! Let them make their attacks. If they expect me to hide away in shame for the rest of my life for one mistake, they can kiss my ass. The alternative is to allow the Patriarchal Religious Right to simply go on unchallenged by me. Does that make sense? Hopefully, anyone reading this has not the foggiest idea about what I am speaking, but, trust me the answer is an emphatic NO!
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
[repeat chorus ad infinitum...]
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
---
It is terribly difficult to keep from dancing while walking down the street in Chucks with peace signs on them and Chumbawamba on the player!!!
---
Classes start back next week. Woohoo! I get all cooped up and my rhythms get all out of whack with no outside force to regulate me. Put me in a cave and my days would average 72 hours with a standard deviation of about 420 hours. LOL
Anyway, I really need to do something more than classes because I cant take enough hours because of the goddamned prereqs. I dont see the point in trying to find a job when everything in this town is 10 hours a week at minimum wage. What I need to do is a little direct action. There is a group on campus called Students for Peace and Social Justice. This is not exactly my New Years resolution, as I make resolutions all throughout the year when necessary, but I have promised myself that I will contact this group and see what they do despite my fear of appearing like a stupid old fool in joining a group of students literally half my age.
What I would really like is to find a few hot-headed, like-minded Anarchists here at Miami University, the most conservative university I have ever attended. This goddamned war has been going on how many years now? And all I have seen students doing in the quad is passing out flyers to social balls. For fucking Christs sake, where is their concern and their fire. If these kids grow more conservative with age, may fortune help us! Most of the liberal ideas are segregated onto Western campus, an isolated area hidden off in, oddly enough, the eastern end of the campus. I know a lot of progressive environmental thought goes on there, which is good, but green things grow best on black soil.
In keeping with the color theme, I fear that if I did find some fellow Anarchists, they would just be the usual Reds in black clothing. I have no problem with discussing Communist ideas, but these sorts are almost invariably resistant to ideas that might go against or beyond their doctrines written by long-dead revolutionaries. Dialectic materialism may have made some sense at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, but we are in the Information Age now, and we need some new ideas. Lots of people are talking about new things, but I just happen to be of the opinion that some of these new ideas should appear in Anarchy magazine and not just in Wired magazine.
Then there is the fear of running into folks from the old crowd. Most likely, all those people have converted into SUV-driving, corporate geezers, but the thought of being publicly called out for my sin weighs on all my decisions. I dont really think they would care much to hear of my decade-long ordeal in Gethsemane, and they would drag me up to Golgotha all the same.
To Hell with it! Let them make their attacks. If they expect me to hide away in shame for the rest of my life for one mistake, they can kiss my ass. The alternative is to allow the Patriarchal Religious Right to simply go on unchallenged by me. Does that make sense? Hopefully, anyone reading this has not the foggiest idea about what I am speaking, but, trust me the answer is an emphatic NO!
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
[repeat chorus ad infinitum...]
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No, it was the almost the size of an average wine bottle, Sawanotsuru. I will have a look for what you're talking about, sounds interesting