Thursday, November 26, 2009
I was rummaging about in some old files and I came across this set of alternate lyrics to Marillion's Garden Party. May not mean anything to anyone else, who doesn't know Ste, Simon and Fiona, but it amused me to write and it amused me again when I came across it today...
Ste's been drinking things today
Fiona's home there's hell to pay
Social drinking, another bender
Wayward Ste's with another lager
"Hello can, hello can"
Edgy cats in mewing numbers, rudely wakened from their slumbers
Time has come again for slaughter, on the chair by drunken 'master'
Water pistols keep them on the run
Flying cushions chase them, every one
Straafed by Steve, they sulk in hidden corners, again
Oh God, not again
Vindaloos consumed en masse, betray their presence as a gas
Plazas loiter in the stomach, chemicals leech creating ulcers
"A lifetimes' drinking dims the light, the results of smirnov in the eyes"
Doctors son, her mothers daughter, will they make it to the altar ?
Please don't consume all the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow
May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello ?
Punting all the cats is jolly fun
Going to the pub, oh please do come
Drinking is the tops, a game for men
Oh they say
Good God they say
" Who's is she ?"
Life's a party
Simon scores another few, Fiona smiles she got it too
Ste concedes a losing battle, cigarettes out - it's his flash
Phone calls polluted with false charm, Mother knows he means no harm
Future dinners now assured, he returns to drinking - unperturbed
Ohhh Punting all the cats, oh please do come they say
Drinking dry the town, oh please do come they say
He's sleeping with your wife again today
"Oh please do come"
"Oh please do come"
Incidentally, they all loved it. Ste was invited to retaliate, but sadly never did.
Psi (the Simon in the tale) also versified Ste, but the only line I can remember was :-
"It was big and brown and it wouldn't go down"
I seem to recall this related to the mother of all turds...