Just because of all those underworld killings...

I once accidently killed a snake. I was walking through some long grass, and felt something under my sandaled foot. I lifted it up, and there was a snake with a squashed head.

Who can tell me who sings that song with "Is she really going out with him?"

Remix or original acceptable.

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> Who can tell me who sings that song with "Is she really going out with him?"

Joe Jackson

Thankyou. Now, Rate My Sig, if you please.



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Those who forget the pasta are doomed to reheat it.

It's another of those blessed paradoxical sentences that I was begged not to post yesterday!



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That which does not kill us makes us stranger.
(Llewelyn the dragon, Ozy and Millie)

Sarah

Maybe I should give it to Dibs.



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Please no, no more paradox.

Btw has anyone got a copy of a song called "March of the sinister ducks"? I heard it years ago but haven't ever managed to locate a copy.

I've found the lyrics - By "The Sinister Ducks"


Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Soft downy feathers and nice little wings.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
But there's a poison I'd like to administer;
You think they're cuddly, but I think they're sinister!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

What are they doing at night in the park?
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Think of them waddling about in the dark!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Nasty and small: undeserving of life.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
They'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Who could deny, they'd be better off dead?
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Look closely and you will recoil in surprise
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes!
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.
Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack.

If they were all right, how come people keep shooting them?


That is a well odd song
KT

Even odder when you hear it sung. Where did you find the lyrics?

I'm afraid I just Googled for them - but following the Google thread (who says I don't do any work?) I found out that the record was given away free with a copy of Usagi Yojimbo - which is, spookily, my favourite comic.

:-)

KT

One of the band members was Alan Moore - that's probably the connection.

Looks like it - It was to do with his "Critters"

'Ducks' by F.W.Harvey:

From troubles of the world I turn to ducks,
Beautiful comical things
Sleeping or curled
Their heads beneath white wings
By water cool,
Or finding curious things
To eat in various mucks
Beneath the pool,
Tails uppermost, or waddling
Sailor-like on the shores
Of ponds, or paddling
- Left! Right! - with fanlike feet
Which are for steady oars
When they (white galleys) float
Each bird a boat
Rippling at will the sweet
Wide waterway ...
When night is fallen you creep
Upstairs, but drakes and dillies
Nest with pale water-stars.
Moonbeams and shadow bars,
And water-lilies:
Fearful too much to sleep
Since they've no locks
To click against the teeth
Of weasel and fox.
And warm beneath
Are eggs of cloudy green
Whence hungry rats and lean
Would stealthily suck
New life, but for the mien
The hold ferocious mien
Of the mother-duck.

Yes, ducks are valiant things
On nests of twigs and straws,
And ducks are soothy things
And lovely on the lake
When that the sunlight draws
Thereon their pictures dim
In colours cool.
And when beneath the pool
They dabble, and when they swim
And make their rippling rings,
0 ducks are beautiful things!
But ducks are comical things:-
As comical as you.
Quack!
They waddle round, they do.
They eat all sorts of things,
And then they quack.
By barn and stable and stack
They wander at their will,
But if you go too near
They look at you through black
Small topaz-tinted eyes
And wish you ill.
Triangular and clear
They leave their curious track
In mud at the water's edge,
And there amid the sedge
And slime they gobble and peer
Saying 'Quack! quack!'

When God had finished the stars and whirl of coloured suns
He turned His mind from big things to fashion little ones;
Beautiful tiny things (like daisies) He made, and then
He made the comical ones in case the minds of men
Should stiffen and become
Dull, humourless and glum,
And so forgetful of their Maker be
As to take even themselves - quite seriously.
Caterpillars and cats are lively and excellent puns:
All God's jokes are good - even the practical ones!
And as for the duck, 1 think God must have smiled a bit
Seeing those bright eyes blink on the day He fashioned it.
And he's probably laughing still at the sound that came out of its bill!



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I am very interested in the Universe. I am specialising in the Universe and everything surrounding it. - E. L. Wisty

Oh, I like that one better.

Awww.....



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There's a hole in my creativity bucket and it's all leaked out.

Great poem. Thanks for reminding me of it, Jon. :-)



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That which does not kill us makes us stranger.
(Llewelyn the dragon, Ozy and Millie)

Sarah

That's lovely - haven't read it before, thanks Jon.
Funny, two poems in one : )



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If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur.

The song and the poem are both very enjoyable in their own ways, in my opinion.
Who wants to go and poison the pigeons in the park?

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"God rot Botchkamos Istochnik!"

I'd rather hear about all the elements of which the news has come to Harvard, thanks. :-)



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That which does not kill us makes us stranger.
(Llewelyn the dragon, Ozy and Millie)

Sarah

Yes, but who's next?