“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Down On The Farm

(Charles Harper/Alvin Gibbs/Nicholas Garrett) Embassy Music
BMI adm. by Music Sales Corporation
Originally recorded by The UK Subs - 1980

All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm

Nobody comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm

They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like catsup
Down here on the farm

Drinking lemonade shanty
Ain't no body gonna do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm

I write a thousand letters
'til my fingers all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm

I call my baby on the telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on the farm

I can't fall in love with a wheat field
I can't fall in love with a barn
When everything smells like horse shit
Down here on the farm

Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm

On the fucking farm!

Are you born in a fucking barn or what?


Yes, that's right people, it's that time of year again. Tomorrow, myself and the usual crew are going down to the farm. If you're reading this and you wanna go with us contact me via email, phone, etc and you can follow us down. It's BYOB, RSVP, ASAP.

PS: If you don't know how to contact me then you haven't been paying attention. That or I'm avoiding you because you suck.


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