Les Humphries Singers

[Winston]

Originally posted by molly bloom
[...] a silver lame cape and knee high platforms....

[Winston]

Hm, by my calculations, we'll need 5.7 threads to exhaust the supply of pictures.

Here she is again.

Oh my.

[OzzyKP]

Ya know I have an aunt/cousin who looks somewhat like her.

[BlackCat]

Originally posted by Winston
A Copenhagen meet.., might be an idea. We've never had one of those. But that show you linked to is in Hillerød.

Nah, that was supposed to be a joke considering what this thread has turned into

The whiskey bar doesn't ring a bell with me, but if we meet at Kgs. Nytorv, Hviids Vinstue seems like a good place. You know, the place where Jørgen Gamle Hansen used to be a waiter. Maybe he still is, can't remember.

It rings a bell to me - primarily because of the good whiskey - probably why I can't remember where the place is

UnlessI'm wrong, it was on somewhere on the backside of Berlingske - I might do some recognisance (wow, dictionary.com is good ! it could see through recoiggnessance and give the right ).

It could be fun to see what persons it is that plays smac/x and civ - oh, and especially those that are crazy enough to post on OT

[Winston]

I'll be there, if I'm still in the area. Having met some 9 Poly folk in the U.S., maybe it's about time I check out some of the domestic ones.

Oh, look what I found, a picture of Frida.

[Winston]

[molly bloom]

Virginia Plain
(Ferry)

Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, I'll take it
To Robert E. Lee I'll show it
I hope and pray he don't blow it 'cause
We've been around a long time just try try try tryin' to
Make the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but don't you
Don't you throw my pride aside besides
What's real and make believe
Baby Jane's in Acapulco We are flyin' down to Rio
Throw me a line I'm sinking fast
Clutching at straws can't make it
Havana sound we're trying, hard edge the hipster jiving
Last picture shows down the drive-in
You're so sheer you're so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain streamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Open up exclusive doors, oh wow!
Just like flamingos look the same
So me and you, just we two, got to search for something new

Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my Studebaker takes me
That's where I'll make my stand but wait-
Can't you see that Holzer mane?
What's her name? Virginia Plain!

[molly bloom]

The Sensational Alex Harvey Band:

NEXT

Naked as sin
an army towel, covering my belly
Some of us weep, some of us howl
Knees turn to jelly
But Next! Next!
I was just a child
A hundred like me
I followed a naked body
a naked body followed me
Next! Next!
I was just a child when my innocence was lost
in a mobile army whorehouse
a gift of the army, free of cost
Next! Next! Next!
Me, I really would have liked a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness
But Next! Next!
Oh it was not so tragic
and heaven did not fall
But how much at that time
I hated being there at all
Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant slapped our arses
thinking we were fags
Next! Next! Next!

I swear on the wet head
of my first case of gonorrhoea
It is his ugly voice that I forever fear
Next! Next!
A voice that stinks of whiskey
of corpses and of mud
The voice of nations
the thick voice of blood
Next! Next!
Since then each woman I have taken into bed
they seem to lie in my arms
and they whisper in my head
Next! Next!

All the naked and the dead
could hold each other's hands
as they watch me dream at night
in a dream that nobody understands
and though I am not dreaming in a voice
grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the followed
Next! Next!

One day I'll cut my legs off
I'll burn myself alive
I'll do anything to get out of life to survive
not ever to be next
Next! Next!
not ever
to be next, not ever...................

[Winston]

Ho-ho, I'm confident you'll run out of lyrics before I run out of pictures.

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by Winston
Ho-ho, I'm confident you'll run out of lyrics before I run out of pictures.

You're talking to someone whose love of music developed in the purple and orange Seventies. Beware of lighting the blue touch paper...



T Rex Ride A White Swan

Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like if you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, baby you can't go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know, oh

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tatooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long, baby you can't go wrong

Da-da-da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di-da, etc.

[Winston]

Yee-haw!

[Hueij]

Hueij to the rescue!

[Winston]

"Thank you Hueij, is there anything I can do for you in return?"

[molly bloom]

Sparks: This Town Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us

Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Flying domestic flying
And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear
Heartbeat increasing heartbeat
You are a khaki-coloured bombadier it's Hiroshima that you're nearing
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Daily, except for Sunday
You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her each day
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
As twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like
you do
This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

Shower, another shower
You've got to look your best for her and be clean everywhere
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down

This town ain't big enough for both of us
And it ain't me who's gonna leave

GUITAR SOLO

Census, the latest census
There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round
Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat
You know that:
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
This town isn't big enough,
not big enough for both of us
And I ain't gonna leave

[Winston]