Let's show each other our creations in one thread. I've made it a sticky so we get a collection going.
There's a few of us being creative in different ways. Why not shove stuff in here for brothers?
Drew - Shove your newest Pinch in here!
I'm not a precious arty git, but I like trying to write words and music. Here is a song lyric I'm working on. Music is coming along, too. It has a catchy title...
THESE SCONES COME WITH LOVE
People coming round
Is such a chore
I don't invite
But I am invited
So the potato peeling falls to me
And I don't like it
Because I'd rather sit and eat
From a plate on my lap
And watch shit TV
Than have an awkward chat
Now someone's knocked at the door
And invited us round
For aperitifs next Sunday evening
And we can't recall
The woman's name
But believe, after discussion,
That she's after someone
Who can chat in French
Like her husband did
This isn't strictly true as we have now found her
But the ideas have come together
Because of times her lad's joined mine
For a lift in my car to rural skateparks
I think I'm becoming others-phobic
Losing myself inside this laptop
Maybe I should smash the HomeHub
No - because other folk we know
Are about to arrive in ten minutes with a million snaps
Of their Christmas in California
To force-feed us over freshly baked scones
And I need a tunnel to find my way out
Otherwise there will be no possible form of escape
As I get older I really don't like to lose what time I have left
BJO 2008
Now add some of yours.
There's a few of us being creative in different ways. Why not shove stuff in here for brothers?
Drew - Shove your newest Pinch in here!
I'm not a precious arty git, but I like trying to write words and music. Here is a song lyric I'm working on. Music is coming along, too. It has a catchy title...
THESE SCONES COME WITH LOVE
People coming round
Is such a chore
I don't invite
But I am invited
So the potato peeling falls to me
And I don't like it
Because I'd rather sit and eat
From a plate on my lap
And watch shit TV
Than have an awkward chat
Now someone's knocked at the door
And invited us round
For aperitifs next Sunday evening
And we can't recall
The woman's name
But believe, after discussion,
That she's after someone
Who can chat in French
Like her husband did
This isn't strictly true as we have now found her
But the ideas have come together
Because of times her lad's joined mine
For a lift in my car to rural skateparks
I think I'm becoming others-phobic
Losing myself inside this laptop
Maybe I should smash the HomeHub
No - because other folk we know
Are about to arrive in ten minutes with a million snaps
Of their Christmas in California
To force-feed us over freshly baked scones
And I need a tunnel to find my way out
Otherwise there will be no possible form of escape
As I get older I really don't like to lose what time I have left
BJO 2008
Now add some of yours.
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