The Rat Salad (part IV)

Dinners, Breakfast all day, specials for children, all under 3 dollars on the bar at the back, soda is free all week end. What is this Cd called, Lover? I am Pa, Dead President. Arisen in Mount Feal. yes, bootleg live version, possibly recorded at Castle Donington, July 23 1982, great sound, from $40 all copies are mint cond./some cracks, see pict. for orig. Vynil pressing, below, click. Enjoy the shows, Bonzo ! .......Well, oh well, it is the begining of another end. The real threat is in my head, welcome to Peking. What, shouted the press, Angie is a mole? Yes, but also the woman that makes me whole by the admission today, against all needs but my wife blues and my litany suite, today I weld down all the led and copper theft in human organs or liquid balms. All hand made are the little losses, all bad men are always renounced as by thi I dissolve...the threat. The real reed is swollen. It is my blood that makes it bloated. the mercury and fluoride that speaks to me, twelve hours a night, is sole responsible for the size of my lawsuit, but, hell, the police takes onboard and investigates. The police makes us bleed and sticks Brad's name or Pammy's on our best rapports, too jealous to admit. The name taboo appears on my birth certificate with the correct blood group, goggle eyed, sheriff, messenger, my ldyas and Thierrys, my Josepf Christian Jacques Tremblay, my Anne Fernier, we sing and swing the beach with me and she naked to be, alone at last. Alive but alone, once again mistaken, the rest of the world knows the UNo cannot afford to pull us out, the canadairs are in front 10 years of preparation will give you the crucifiction, I swear the third on is gonna be a man, whatever name they call the play, or the footage stage. The real freakshow, baby is the ancient is in need: The rest of the world is aware of the reason why you are in canada and in my life, cycling home in spectacles, whistling ï love you not, whistling Äleph my love but refusing to press charges against or hand out to the stage, the men you see nightly stealing, shouts in their heads make you work complete, bee. Last night the police delivered some money to me, finally, the doctors of Death, the ancient of Days, the next CD by Mos def or Ciara will fing us in L.A, but tallion is here as tallion for all, regardless of the langue or the turban: Back in 66 I was in Vietnam and in Vietnam, the report says that Phil Collins is her psychiatrist, shall I take this one seriously, cousin? He, man of iron was a dad to my girlfriend's child. Somewhere a cat meows, just awaken. We had to ask for the bastard to be killed. Lil'Mink. The angel of death flew away for my right of territory, and for your sanity, for our vynil mixing desk to be the right model for our friends, the german....now man, be a woman, man and admit that you only carried a mongrel minstrel for two month, for a couple of box or a line of Colombian finest! ADMIT IT, YOU WHORD! The cat is dead, Phillip, DO you want to finish the cup o´ milk or shall I wait for my wallet to fill big? if not fully I am always on call to share my dog meat. A tube delivers it to me...straight in my mouth, as soon as we get hungry I pull the plug and the red letter comes over, it comes from Yukon, they say some monkeys are made of it.............................Bangkok, Ceylan or Sri Lanka, Japan or Laos tomorrow, sorry darling, Queen bee, me and your daddy just finished the thigh of chicken from El Frigidario Lothario, cuban quality, with buds the size of my feet... the other great heir is a cow but it speaks chinese. Wanna try before you jump? One bite is enough. if the drops comes out of their mouth itś a sign...that the pope was maskeraded and the queen was back in black.............Back in Black-- I get to sit in the bend