This hour, instill no rush.
No shunt or lurch, hush!
In unlit hut on hill, chill.
Sit still, owlish, until,
our Winston wins.
No shit, no tosh, no slur.
Till our Winston wins!
Now run! Hit, hurt, stun!
Shout, howl, hurl, shoot! Hunt, crunch, twirl, loot!
Ouch! Who shot? It cut into us.
I sit, worn out. Who will win this cull?
Such cost, such a toll. I count lots! It's no stroll.
Still, it's not lost or null or nil, till, with his iron will,
our Winston wins.
No shit, no tosh, no slur.
Till our Winston wins!
How I wish to sit in sun, not snow,
to sit in inns to hunch on lunch.
To sin, to lust, not turn to rust or rot in ruts I
wish to clutch, to touch... cunt
Whilst our Winston toils our loins turn nuts.
Till I own twins, two churlish urchins,
clots in cots with nits who snot, now
chic it's not, it is our wont, it is our lot, I shun it not.
No shit, no tosh, no slur, no!
Winston won!
His snout so low, his chin in tow,
our rich runt Winston won.
credits
from Solid Idols,
released February 1, 2016
By Paul Grundy with Samuel Bodart (drums)
An A-Z of glorious and notorious figures from the British Isles. Who's a solid idol? The letters of each name, and the songs
they turn into, will investigate.
Cet abécédaire de figures britanniques est à la fois un projet live et un livre audio. Qui est une idole solide? Les lettres des noms, et les chansons qui en émanent, mèneront l'enquête....more
