Welcome once again to Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, the weekly feature in which I post a selection of Choons drawn at random from the legendary iPod d’Elisson.
I have just returned from a deliciously fishiously breakfast, this having been the second day in a row that, thanks to the generosity of people observing yahrzeits and/or celebrating birthdays, we have had breakfast at the Local Smoked Fish and Bagel Emporium provided for us.
It is purely remarkable how one’s outlook on life may be improved by the repeated application of Nova Scotia smoked salmon, belly lox, smoked whitefish, baked salmon, sable, and herring, conjointly with scallion cream cheese and a lightly toasted Everything Bagel, to the lining of the stomach.
Appropriate to the Fishy Occasion, the little white Choon-Box has spewed out, amongst its Random Musical Selections, a Sailor’s Hornpipe...and immediately afterwards, a strange and moist tune by Ozric Tentacles. Coincidence? I think not.
Let’s just take a look at what’s on the box today:
I have just returned from a deliciously fishiously breakfast, this having been the second day in a row that, thanks to the generosity of people observing yahrzeits and/or celebrating birthdays, we have had breakfast at the Local Smoked Fish and Bagel Emporium provided for us.
It is purely remarkable how one’s outlook on life may be improved by the repeated application of Nova Scotia smoked salmon, belly lox, smoked whitefish, baked salmon, sable, and herring, conjointly with scallion cream cheese and a lightly toasted Everything Bagel, to the lining of the stomach.
Appropriate to the Fishy Occasion, the little white Choon-Box has spewed out, amongst its Random Musical Selections, a Sailor’s Hornpipe...and immediately afterwards, a strange and moist tune by Ozric Tentacles. Coincidence? I think not.
Let’s just take a look at what’s on the box today:
- Feelin’ Alright - Traffic
- Keep On Growing - Derek and the Dominos
- Trippin’ On A Hole In A Paper Heart - Stone Temple Pilots
- Nokh Eyn Tantz - The Klezmer Conservatory Band
- Sailor’s Hornpipe and Fisher’s Hornpipe - New Bedford Harbor Sea Chanty Chorus with the Rum Soaked Crooks
- Sploosh! - Ozric Tentacles
- Chances Are - Johnny Mathis
- Doctor Robert - The Beatles
- Old Fart At Play - Captain Beefheart
Pappy with the khaki sweatband
Bowed goat potbellied barnyard that only he noticed
The old fart was smart
The old gold cloth Madonna
Dancin’ to the fiddle ’n’ saw
He ran down behind the knoll
’N’ slipped on his wooden fish-head
The mouth worked ’n’ snapped all the bees
Back to the bungalow
Momma was flattenin’ lard
With her red enamel rollin’ pin
When the fish-head broke the window
Rubber eye erect ’n’ precisely detailed
Airholes from which breath should come
Is now closely fit
With the chatter of the old fart inside
An assortment of observations took place
Momma licked her lips like a cat
Pecked the ground like a rooster
Pivoted like a duck
Her stockings down caught dust ’n’ doughballs
She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham
Her hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, a smell cold mixed with bologna
Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat goose legs ’n’ special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this through his important breather holes
Cleverly he dialed from within
From the outside we observed
That the nose of the wooden mask
Where the holes had just been a moment ago
Was now smooth - amazingly blended - camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout replica
The old fart inside was now breathin’ freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention
His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed;
Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation. - Thanks For The Killer Game Of Crisco Twister - Minus The Bear
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