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OH! (What A Glorious Thing)

LYRICS: I woke about nine Opened up my eyes Figured it's time to rise Threw the curtains open wide And peeped outside - yo the weather was fine! I knew that was a sign that today would be a good day I popped a CD on, jumped in the shower Sploshed and washed till I'm fresh like a flower Next grab a towel and I dry myself off I grab my vest cos next it's time to get dressed White socks, my fubu boxers Clean white jeans and this mean white top what zips down the side of my neck To my left shoulder blade Feel like I just got paid today YEAH! Brushed my teeth and my hair then I popped my contacts in and binned the containers Put on my trainers Out the front door, waved "hi!" to the neighbours

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

So I hop on my stolen bike and ride Down the Kingsland road (whoah) Bouncing over speed bumps calves pump pedals The way I ramp that plank I deserved a frigging medal Petrol fumes looms as my bike zooms Stuck behind a bus and its rough so I cough Which reminds me, when the sun's blistering I'm gonna have to take an anti-histamine Or else I'll get stressed again Sneeze so hard I split my vest again Vex my chest till I'm depressed again No way pos, sis! So I drop by the office Check out my emails Females blowing up my inbox Boom! Soon though I'm off again, headed down park Hook up with my peeps we kick ball till its dark Then we're off to rock a show and I'm super glad it's Stunners time Kicking dope rhymes in the summertime, word!

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba bada Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba ba da Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba bada Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba ba da Bah ba bada bah

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

OH! (What A Glorious Thing)

LYRICS: I woke about nine Opened up my eyes Figured it's time to rise Threw the curtains open wide And peeped outside - yo the weather was fine! I knew that was a sign that today would be a good day I popped a CD on, jumped in the shower Sploshed and washed till I'm fresh like a flower Next grab a towel and I dry myself off I grab my vest cos next it's time to get dressed White socks, my fubu boxers Clean white jeans and this mean white top what zips down the side of my neck To my left shoulder blade Feel like I just got paid today YEAH! Brushed my teeth and my hair then I popped my contacts in and binned the containers Put on my trainers Out the front door, waved "hi!" to the neighbours

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

So I hop on my stolen bike and ride Down the Kingsland road (whoah) Bouncing over speed bumps calves pump pedals The way I ramp that plank I deserved a frigging medal Petrol fumes looms as my bike zooms Stuck behind a bus and its rough so I cough Which reminds me, when the sun's blistering I'm gonna have to take an anti-histamine Or else I'll get stressed again Sneeze so hard I split my vest again Vex my chest till I'm depressed again No way pos, sis! So I drop by the office Check out my emails Females blowing up my inbox Boom! Soon though I'm off again, headed down park Hook up with my peeps we kick ball till its dark Then we're off to rock a show and I'm super glad it's Stunners time Kicking dope rhymes in the summertime, word!

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba bada Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba ba da Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba bada Bah ba bada bah

Ba ba ba ba ba bada Bah ba ba da Bah ba bada bah

OH! What a Glorious thing Waking up in the morning baby Oh! What a glorious thing Get to have a whole day! HEY!

Zzz

So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.

Appologies

So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy. So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out 'I Want The One I Can't Have' and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don't actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there's a jacuzzi, but it doesn't seem to work. There is the biggest TV you've ever seen, but it's got a big black tear across the front and doesn't tune properly. It's a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl's got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.