Kevin's Watch

ultra-violet or infra-red




that gum you like, is back in style, my friend

Zen we can relax and not have to hurry, for we have already completed our voyage once around the alphabet...time to relax and savor the moment.

It's such a groovy sin
You're hating everything
I wouldn't wanna be
Stuck in a room with you

You with your entourage
And makeup camouflage
You're only hiding time
Why don't you act your age?

So concerned with how we see you
It's hard to concentrate
If you fell down could you get up
Or would you have to wait

You've wallowed in yourself so long
And dragged your other friends along
We're feeling bad for you
Granny cool

You look like such a fool
Hey look it's granny cool
You look like such a fool
Hey look it's granny cool

Cool, cool, cool
Cool, cool, cool
Cool, cool, cool

It's over, it's over, it's over exposure
You've been in the light too long
There's no protection now
It's time to say goodnight

We always wanted someone
We could all adore
But now you've got the lock and key
To everybody's door

But your room is empty now
There's no more friends to drag around
We're feeling bad for you
Granny cool

You look like such a fool
Hey look it's granny cool
You look like such a fool
Hey look it's granny cool

It all caught up to you
It's coming back to you
I'm waving back at you
Hey look it's granny cool

What are you gonna do
When you are sixty-two?
We're looking back at you
Hey look it's granny cool

And all your jealousy

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman!
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman!
Batman, Batman, Batman!

COke &nd a Smiley smile

I'm looking through you, you're not the same

The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell out, maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure

Coercion of the senses
We are not so gullible
Our great expectations
A future for the good
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
We all have good intentions
But all with strings attached

Repackaged sex keeps your interest [Repeat: x6]

The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outs ? maintain the interest
Remember Lot's wife
Renounce all sin and vice
Dream of the perfect life
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine
This heaven gives me migraine

For Pete's sake!!!!

Golly Green Giant

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Giant

This song is by Sprout and appears on the album In the Can (1976) and on the live album My Home is the Valley (1994).

Cold wind on the crops and rain on the fields
Wet promise of winter brings curses to mind
There is fire in the blood and a frost on the corn
The giant will rise with the moon.

It was the same ancient fever in the seeds of the Blessed
That our fathers brought with them when they "went West"
It's the blood of the farmers that never will rest
The giant will rise with the moon.

So crash the glass down! move with the tide!
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside.
Crash the glass down! Sing a mournful tune!
the giant will rise with the moon.

In inclement weather the people are crazed
Three thousand year stories as the night slips away
Remembering winter feels not far away
The giant will rise with the moon.

The wind's in the north, there be new moon tonight
And we have no circle to dance in it is sight
So light a torch, bring bring the bottle and build the fire bright
The giant will rise with the moon.

Radha is playing Holi with Shyam.
Smeared all over with colours and filled
with the nectar of love, she is in a prankish mood.
Running with a syringe after Krishna and
sprinkling on him coloured water, she laughs,
while Madhav with folded hands
is praying to her to be spared.

Aha. this sight of Holi indeed has
all the men and women and boys and girls
of Vrajaland swooning !

Astoundingly colorful photo.

Indigo is Blue
the colour of you
too true to see through
colour of you, no can do
if you are true can
you be true too?

Joker & Jackanapes

King of the off beat.

Ed:
Hello Steve.

Steve:
Oh. Hi Ed. Someone left me this "L" and I don't know what to do with it.

Ed:
Why don't you put it right in the middle of your forehead?

Steve:
Yeah, thanks.

Ed:
No, I'm just kidding. It's not my "L." Um, I was thinking though,
you could sing like a "La La La" song with the letter "L."

Steve:
Yeah, that sounds great.

Ed:
No, I'm serious. You could sing some "La La La's" and then some
pretty words that start with "L." You'd have a nice little song there.

Steve:
Oh you mean like "La La La?"

Ed:
No, come on, give it a try.

Steve:
La, la, la, la... lemon
La, la, la, la, light bulb

Ed:
I guess.

Steve:
La, la, la, la, lamp post This is fun.
La, la, la, la, lump in my oatmeal

Ed:
I think we're almost there. I just, I was thinking more sort of,
you know, loverly lilting words that start with "L." Like this...
La, la, la, la, laughter

Steve:
Uh-ha.

Ed:
La, la, la, la, lullaby

Steve:
I see.

Ed:
La, la, la, la, lollypop

Steve:
Ahhhhhh!

Ed:
La, la, la, la, lights in the sky.

Steve:
I got one. You are going to love this one!

Ed:
I love it already. Let's hear it.

Steve:
Here we go...
La, la, la, LINOLEUM!

Ed:
*Sighs*
Listen to me
'Cause, "L" is such a lovely letter
For words like "licorice" and "lace"
The letter "L" lights up your face
So why not la, la, la, la, laaaaaaaaaaaaah...

Steve:
La, la, la, la, laaaaaaah...

Both:
...with me!

[Fading...]
La, la, la, la, lemon
La, la, la, la, light bulb
La, la, la, la, lamp post
La, la, la, la, lump in my oatmeal

Kevin:
Leukemia, it happened to me.

Mountain Tops instead of Potatoes