His name is Robert
His shirt of mesh in the dark
A Mobile Unit
His name is Robert
His shirt of mesh in the dark
A Mobile Unit
Land of grey and pink:
Pye, David, and two Richards
Smokin' that punkweed.
Music in my ears
Eyes closed no interruptions
Headphone ecstasy
Mulatto soul so rare
Intercepted by gravitation
Forever Changing
"My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician, and to tell the truth, there's hardly any difference"
President Harry S. Truman
Twelfth fret harmonics
Repeat at the seventh fret
You're playing "The Fish"
Pretentious pretense
Release! Release! You dumb ass
Touched by an anvil
My ass smells like a dead animal
I just farted
Enjoy.
Frank's ass smells like a dead animal
He just farted
The eastern seaboard is evacuating
"My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician, and to tell the truth, there's hardly any difference"
President Harry S. Truman
A Highway for the Ancients
Softly furnitured, grassy fruit arrayed
so Clever Momma well played
Last edited by Classic Progressive; 04-11-2014 at 06:35 PM.
Of course, not being of the daily persuasion in this opinion laden public prog bathhouse, my diatribe of recent lucubration is perhaps as welcome as a rats teat. One often is forced to weigh the desire to flash judgment within against the effort required as well as the value this knowledge will be to the greater good of all mankind or whatever inhabits the current spa. At best, its a slippery slope.
"Wikimemoriam"
Scan prog rock heroes
Didn't know so many died
Guess that wasn't news
I actually made this into a song (in 5/4 of course): http://mattlebofsky.bandcamp.com/track/wikimemoriam
- Matt
Keyboards/Guitar/Bass/etc. - http://www.lebofsky.com
Monstrika | Secret Chiefs 3 | miRthkon | MoeTar | Bodies Floating Ashore | Solo Stuff
Okay, rock in opposition?
Haikus are normally 5, 7, 5
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku
When smiling I fart
who cares I'm invincible
I sit on Magma
Of course, not being of the daily persuasion in this opinion laden public prog bathhouse, my diatribe of recent lucubration is perhaps as welcome as a rats teat. One often is forced to weigh the desire to flash judgment within against the effort required as well as the value this knowledge will be to the greater good of all mankind or whatever inhabits the current spa. At best, its a slippery slope.
Great names taken
Camel, Yes, Genesis, Floyd
Fuck it! Echolyn!
Glass Hammer adver-
tised in nerdy gaming mags.
God damn what whores!
artful musicians
open a door and take me
to a far-off world
Music
evocative waves
sound that moves me
Aging rock icons
Throw their singer under the bus
Now THIS is true prog
Kaikus are simple
I can't see the point of them
So I won't bother.
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