Orwell's Mobile Songs

 Thank you... though I must say it's uncanny that I wrote it for women never thinking it might also touch (and annoy?) men who wear skirts!   

Orwell wrote:

Pettytyrant101 wrote:You can either look at the past and say 'I wish I had done that or this thing' or you can look at the present and say 'Hey, Ive got a respectable job, a great family, and I get to write and play music in my spare time and enjoy it and share it with friends I have acquired the world over.'

Hey! I think I know that chap. Isn't he that handsome fellow? The one who is not vain at all and not at all full of himself? The one who is quite popular with the ladies (and Julia).   

Oi!!   

I dont regret one damn thing, even my most idiotic dumbass cock ups. Its all part of who I am now. The only thing I do maybe regret is not taking better care of my body when I was younger, ie smoking, drinking, eating crap, lying under sunbeds, those things I wish I had done less of because it catches up and bites you in the ass at a later date, and smoking is the worst.

Orwell wrote:Powerful.... phew... My eyes are watering....

{{{What the fook's going on...? It's Hebridean Marsh Peppermint if I didn't know better...and my Ozhobbitstani peppermint is being sulllied by it -- full sullied!   }}}

   oh U.

Mmm... better late than never....  

{{{I still haven't done the song and dance number yet... it's still on my to-do list   }}}

can we hear some of it?

can you you hear some of what?  

do you mean the song and dance number on my to-do list? the same song and dance number that is also on my I-haven't-even-started-to-do-it list?  

both

{{{At least I know now - if there was actually any doubt left - Mrs Figg is a real woman...   }}}


Err... yes, Julia, I'll see what I can do... but, as you want both - and as I've started neither - you'll needs be a little bit patient...

Orwell wrote:

There's something very Dylan-ish about this song, loved it

Thanks Ringo.

Actually, I think you're right. One does not always immediately recognise his influences.   

Yet another rough cut for a new song... has a kind of pissed-off quality (which i kind of like   )






Hey Man keep your Gods to yourself I don’t like your superstitions


I don’t love Jesus but I sure love cheeses Camembert’s my favourite one,
Should I eat His body, would it be okay if I toasted the Father’s Son?
If wine is his blood then so is this milk in this jug glug-a-glug-glug,
Shall I drink him up and save my soul is that what it’s all about?

I don’t want some great purpose in my life I don’t want some mighty mission,
Hey Man keep your Gods to yourself I don’t like your superstitions

Am I blasphemer, or just an old schemer, who the hell would know?
When I sit by a river I don’t see a Spirit I just see water flow,
When I see a feather I don’t see God I just see a bloody feather,
And when the rain comes pouring down again I blame it on the weather,

I don’t want some great purpose in my life I don’t want some mighty mission,
Hey Man keep your Gods to yourself I don’t like your superstitions

Strap on a bomb give up sex blow hot air up your arse,
Pray to Thor and then go spill a hot virgin’s blood on the grass,
Eat up your mind see if you can bind your sinful flesh to a tree,
Suck up to God - however odd - I know it’s not for me.    

I don’t want some great purpose in my life I don’t want some mighty mission,
Hey Man keep your Gods to yourself I don’t like your superstitions

And an anothery... rough too...   





WHAT'S THE PAY OUT BABY? (or: THE MEDIA KING AND THE TABLOID PRINCESS)


Thin lined eyes constantly surprised set on blue horizons,
Invisible dress I’m impressed I love the way you tick girl,
Shaped with the breasts of a beautiful Goddess built for secret liaisons,
In all respects attracted to sex, you got me by the stick, babe.

What’s the pay out baby?

As my hair turns grey I spend my days long drawn out and lonesome,
Rickety knees heart disease is that a nervous tick, babe?
I pound your flesh with the popular press but I’m not some young stud girl,
By the sun and moon am I hairy baboon with blood far too thick, hey?

What’s the pay out baby?

All seems fine no doubts in my mind ‘cause I don’t hear what I hear you say,
It’s all play and I gotta say your work on the stick is slick hey,
Is it just Daddy issues? Here, take some tissues, wipe away the sperm girl,
Does excess flesh and laboured breath make your heart beat quick girl?

What’s the pay out baby?

  to all of it

Thanks Mrs Figg.   

Brilliant Orwell, liked 'em !  

Thank you, Azriel. Nice to know one's cynicism and/or pissed-offedness is appreciated.   

Orwell!    {{{{just in time too, the ladies are talking dirty on the tales of home thread...hold on, is that what brought you back on in the first place?   }}}}

No.... not exactly...   

You talking tassel-talk?

Not me - never!