NONKINSENSE
Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Musicians, particularly female ones, he has digitized, want Nonkinsense to leave you the hell alone, do what I did:
Words and music by Mars Bonfire
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild
© MCA Music (BMI)
All rights for the USA controlled and administered by
MCA Corporation of America, INC
--Used with permission--
posted by NONKINSENSE @ 8:42 PM 
They still hate me.
HATE is not the word, SCARED, more so. Maybe not, how about, oy vey, some rachmones, some RAMONES and or CLASH, DRONGOS WOULD BE NICE, ESPECIALLY IF THEY GET TOGETHER IN THE STATES AND LET US KNOW ABOUT IT. SUNBALL MIKE, that's catchy, CRAZY NOT TO, very good, LIFE IN A BLENDER, love it, ROCKY 1-VI, very good, ALEX, BENNETT, BEAR, LEON, LEWIS, all good. others, ALTER KOCKER, BREN, BUBBE, CHACHEM, I could only wish, CHAVER, DRECK, certainly know my share, EMESS, that's the truth, not the BROADCASTING COMPANY, ES GEZUNTERHEYT, todah, I think I will, I am feeling better this early Sunday morning, thanks to Hong Kong City, Delivery earlier
Liberace was G-A-Y? Go figure, some guys, keep those thing hush hush.
intro]
|D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |
[verse]
|D D Bb Bb F F G G |C |
Look, he's crawling up my wall
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |G |
Black and hairy, ve-ry small
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |C |
Now he's up a-bove my head
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |G |
Hanging by a little thread
[chorus]
|D Db C B Bb F |G |D Db C B Bb F |G |
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
[repeat chorus]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
|F# G F# G F# G F# G|F# G F# G F# G F# G|
Cree-py, craw-ly Cree-py, craw-ly
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|4-/5\4-/5\4-/5\4-/5|---------%---------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
||:F# G F# G F# G F# G:||4
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
||--------------------------------||
||--------------------------------||
||.------------------------------.||
||.4---/5-\4---/5-\4---/5-\4---/5.||
||--------------------------------||
||--------------------------------||
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end (creepy, crawly)
Don't think he will ever mend (creepy, crawly)
Never more will he crawl 'round (creepy, crawly)
He's embedded in the ground (creepy, crawly)
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
=============
litgo@aol.com
SING IF YOU'RE GLAD TO BE GAY (1978)
The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses and calling them queer
I don't believe that sort of thing happens here
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Pictures of naked young women are fun
In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun
There's no nudes in Gay News our last magazine
But they still find excuses to call it obscene
Read how disgusting we are in the press
The News of The World and the Sunday Express
Molesters of children, corruptors of youth
It's there in the paper, it must be the truth
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet
You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street
You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks
To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark
I had a friend who was gentle and short
Got lonely one evening and went for a walk
Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth
He was only hospitalised for a week
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs
Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs
Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes
Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter
"The buggers are legal now,
what more are they after ?"
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
SING IF YOU'RE GLAD TO BE GAY (2004)
The LA police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
About pretty policemen in leather and jeans
Showing their leg through a slit in the seams
Seeking out superstars, leading them on
Then running them in when they start to respond
But back home in Britain, we're equal and free
Except when the case is a Labour MP
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
The Liars of Wapping are really the pits
Commissioned by bigots and written by shits
They plaster their pages with bingo & tits
Then add all the scandal and slander that fits
They rip into victims destroying their lives
From anglican bishops to footballers wives
From internet perverts to lesbian mums
If it's vicious and fiction it's... there in The Sun
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Now young Matthew Shepherd was killed in the States,
And left alone dying, and tied to a gate,
For being a pretty and gay 21
He was murdered by thugs who thought killing was fun
At his funeral Christian love showed its face
As the bigots all picketed, twisted with hate
But God doesn't hate fags you sickos, it's true
He even loves people as evil as you
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
For 21 years now I've fought for the right
For people to love just whoever they like
But the right-on and righteous are out for my blood
Now I live with my kid and a woman I love
Well if gay liberation means freedom for all
A label is no liberation at all
I'm here and I'm queer and I do what I do
And I'm not gonna wear... a "straight" jacket for you
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy this way
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HATE is not the word, SCARED, more so. Maybe not, how about, oy vey, some rachmones, some RAMONES and or CLASH, DRONGOS WOULD BE NICE, ESPECIALLY IF THEY GET TOGETHER IN THE STATES AND LET US KNOW ABOUT IT. SUNBALL MIKE, that's catchy, CRAZY NOT TO, very good, LIFE IN A BLENDER, love it, ROCKY 1-VI, very good, ALEX, BENNETT, BEAR, LEON, LEWIS, all good. others, ALTER KOCKER, BREN, BUBBE, CHACHEM, I could only wish, CHAVER, DRECK, certainly know my share, EMESS, that's the truth, not the BROADCASTING COMPANY, ES GEZUNTERHEYT, todah, I think I will, I am feeling better this early Sunday morning, thanks to Hong Kong City, Delivery earlier
Liberace was G-A-Y? Go figure, some guys, keep those thing hush hush.
intro]
|D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |D5 Db5 C5 B5 Bb5 F5 |G5 |
[verse]
|D D Bb Bb F F G G |C |
Look, he's crawling up my wall
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |G |
Black and hairy, ve-ry small
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |C |
Now he's up a-bove my head
|C C G G Bb Bb F F |G |
Hanging by a little thread
[chorus]
|D Db C B Bb F |G |D Db C B Bb F |G |
Boris the spider Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
[repeat chorus]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
|F# G F# G F# G F# G|F# G F# G F# G F# G|
Cree-py, craw-ly Cree-py, craw-ly
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|4-/5\4-/5\4-/5\4-/5|---------%---------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
|-------------------|-------------------|
||:F# G F# G F# G F# G:||4
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
||--------------------------------||
||--------------------------------||
||.------------------------------.||
||.4---/5-\4---/5-\4---/5-\4---/5.||
||--------------------------------||
||--------------------------------||
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end (creepy, crawly)
Don't think he will ever mend (creepy, crawly)
Never more will he crawl 'round (creepy, crawly)
He's embedded in the ground (creepy, crawly)
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
=============
litgo@aol.com
SING IF YOU'RE GLAD TO BE GAY (1978)
The British Police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all
Lining the customers up by the wall
Picking out people and knocking them down
Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground
Searching their houses and calling them queer
I don't believe that sort of thing happens here
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Pictures of naked young women are fun
In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun
There's no nudes in Gay News our last magazine
But they still find excuses to call it obscene
Read how disgusting we are in the press
The News of The World and the Sunday Express
Molesters of children, corruptors of youth
It's there in the paper, it must be the truth
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet
You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street
You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks
To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark
I had a friend who was gentle and short
Got lonely one evening and went for a walk
Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth
He was only hospitalised for a week
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs
Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs
Make sure your boyfriend's at least 21
So only your friends and your brothers get done
Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks
Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes
Gay Lib's ridiculous, join their laughter
"The buggers are legal now,
what more are they after ?"
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
SING IF YOU'RE GLAD TO BE GAY (2004)
The LA police are the best in the world
I don't believe one of these stories I've heard
About pretty policemen in leather and jeans
Showing their leg through a slit in the seams
Seeking out superstars, leading them on
Then running them in when they start to respond
But back home in Britain, we're equal and free
Except when the case is a Labour MP
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
The Liars of Wapping are really the pits
Commissioned by bigots and written by shits
They plaster their pages with bingo & tits
Then add all the scandal and slander that fits
They rip into victims destroying their lives
From anglican bishops to footballers wives
From internet perverts to lesbian mums
If it's vicious and fiction it's... there in The Sun
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
Now young Matthew Shepherd was killed in the States,
And left alone dying, and tied to a gate,
For being a pretty and gay 21
He was murdered by thugs who thought killing was fun
At his funeral Christian love showed its face
As the bigots all picketed, twisted with hate
But God doesn't hate fags you sickos, it's true
He even loves people as evil as you
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way
For 21 years now I've fought for the right
For people to love just whoever they like
But the right-on and righteous are out for my blood
Now I live with my kid and a woman I love
Well if gay liberation means freedom for all
A label is no liberation at all
I'm here and I'm queer and I do what I do
And I'm not gonna wear... a "straight" jacket for you
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy this way
Post a Comment