"Duckman: Of course you recall my father's last words?
Cornfed: 'Be careful, son, that gun is loaded'?
Duckman: Before that!"
"Duckman" (TV series) dialogue
THIS ISSUE'S HIDDEN ARTICLE #1
Again, something hidden in ST NEWS to annoy those preciously few
individuals who really want to read every letter (perhaps there
are less of those even than that which may be described as
"few"). Anyway, all of this isn't really important because I
include this kind of stuff to my own whims that scatter the winds
and whet appetites.
What to be found below? Well, for those of you who are into
Terry Pratchett there's a version of the "Hedhehog Song" which I
lifted off alt.fan.pratchett on Usenet News, done by Matthew
Crosby. The reason why it's hidden is not just because I actually
lifted it off The Net, but also because it's pretty godawful
obscene actually.
Further, you can find here something that I wrote to Karin some
weeks ago (a short poem about autumn, a revised edition of
something even worse I did two years ago I believe) and the
lyrics to the two My Dying Bride EPs "The Thrash of Naked Limbs"
and "I am the Bloody Earth" that were never featured on the
regular CD single covers.
The Hedgehog Song
Reconstructed by Matthew Crosby and alt.fan.pratchett
Bestiality sure is a fun thing to do
But I have to say this as a warning to you:
With almost all animals, you can have ball
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1:
The spines on his back are too sharp for a man
They'll give you a pain in the worst place they can
The result I think you'll find will appall:
The hedgehog can never be buggered at all!
Mounting a horse can often be fun
An elephant too; though he weighs half a ton
Even a mouse (though his hole is quite small)
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 2:
The spines on his back are so awful thick
you'll end up with naught but a painful prick.
He has an impregnable hole when curled up in a ball,
Hence the hedgehog can never be buggered at all!
Screwing a cow while she goes moo-moo
Will be entertaining to both her and you
Or you might try a tiger, if you have enough gall
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1
A fish is refreshing, although a bit wet
And a cat or a dog can be more than a pet
Even a giraffe (despite being so tall)
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 2
You can manage a snake, though its poison might kill
It's amazing how humping a camel will thrill
You can go with a snail if you slow to a crawl
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1
You can ravish a sloth but it would take all night
With a shark it is faster, but the darned beast might bite
We already mentioned the horse, you may recall
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 2
You can roger a skunk if you can stand the smell
Or even an oyster, should he let go of his shell
A troll can be rocky if down you should fall
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1
For slippery fun, you can cornhole an otter
Or pego a pig after parting his trotters
Or tumble a tapir, though the prospect appall
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 2
For prosimian fun, you can bugger a lemur
To bolster your name as a pervert and schemer
The lemurs cry "Frink!" as a coy mating call
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1
Antipodean pranks -- you can futter a wombat
Or strive with a 'roo in venereal combat
Or hump a goanna -- go on, do it all
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 2
A moose is amusing, a squid quite confusing
Or try on a rhino if you fancy a bruising,
Or mountin' a mountain goat (careful, don't fall!)
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
CHORUS 1
The Thrash Of Naked Limbs
by My Dying Bride
Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
This passion play
Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
Glistening skin
Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
Frightening lust
Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
Words are more effective when concealed
Through the halflight on her body
My fearful hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
Take me, take me, take me
With the lights low, and you naked on the warm floor
Me beside you, softly kissing, caressing
Make love to her while she's crying
I could die now, and die happy
Gather Me Up Forever
by My Dying Bride
The pain never stops
The race ignore me
It sit here twisted, and it hurts me
The Son is near
His way made for him
Among the hopes
Ten thousand suffering
Oh how my heart aches
The brilliant stories cascade about me
To be handsome again
Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain
What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
The affection of stillness
Kiss the hand that blesses me
And as the panting ceased
My blood runs now fierce
This when I was young, before I knew nothing
Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands.
I Am The Bloody Earth
by My Dying Bride
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags
White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs
Rise to be a king, shining with power
Down silent avenues, I live on
Life You owe yours to me
Wear Me around your neck
Kneel And cry for me
Son Father please help me
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless
But I will fight the distance between us
Autumn Revisited
(Not A Sonnet)
by R.K.
The sun stands low and shines all bright
Autumn displays her majestic delight
Coloured leaves their death belie
Chilly winds draw from the sky
Tugging capriciously at my hair
Escorting summer back to her lair
How I need your arm around me
Brush through autumn's beauty with thee
Behold your face and feel your skin
Sense your feelings from within
Yet I will have to bide my time
Next year, next autumn sublime
Better stuff, maybe, in the next issue of ST NEWS.
Maybe not.
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