Carpet Fluff Song.
Last night Blade made me a song about carpet fluff to cheer me up and stop me going crazy.
She's allowed me to post it. It's brilliantly Syd Barrett and very meekle.
To listen, go here - http://dl.dropbox.com/u/61783644/carpet%20fluff.mp3
Or alternatively, have some lyrics...
I want to sing a song about carpet fluff
And tea and cake and kittens and that kind of stuff
To cheer up my lady when she feels like shit
So she won’t juggulate herself and open her wrists
But the thoughts got muddled inside my head
And they turned into blood and gore and crap instead
So I don’t know if I should carry on
Or if this song will make her wish that she was dead.
(I don’t know what I’m doing here - don’t know where this is going... okay...)
There aren’t any pills and the vodka’s all gone
So there’s not much choice except to sing you a song
I’ll try not to sing about that dream I had
Where my legs fell off and my teeth went bad
And my eyes went rolling down the drain
And a dozen rats fought over my brain
No I’m gonna sing about something else
That won’t just make you think I’ve gone insane
(Cos I haven’t, well I have a bit, but anyway... um shall we finish it? Okay...)
So get into bed and turn out the light
The carpet fluff and kittens want to say goodnight
And don’t be scared of what’s under your bed
Or any of the bad things in your head
‘Cos the monsters can’t compete with cake and tea
And they certainly won’t win a fight with me
So go the fuck to sleep my love
And maybe in the morning we shall see
If the world is any use to you and me
And the carpet fluff an’ kittens get you tea.
She's allowed me to post it. It's brilliantly Syd Barrett and very meekle.
To listen, go here - http://dl.dropbox.com/u/61783644/carpet%20fluff.mp3
Or alternatively, have some lyrics...
I want to sing a song about carpet fluff
And tea and cake and kittens and that kind of stuff
To cheer up my lady when she feels like shit
So she won’t juggulate herself and open her wrists
But the thoughts got muddled inside my head
And they turned into blood and gore and crap instead
So I don’t know if I should carry on
Or if this song will make her wish that she was dead.
(I don’t know what I’m doing here - don’t know where this is going... okay...)
There aren’t any pills and the vodka’s all gone
So there’s not much choice except to sing you a song
I’ll try not to sing about that dream I had
Where my legs fell off and my teeth went bad
And my eyes went rolling down the drain
And a dozen rats fought over my brain
No I’m gonna sing about something else
That won’t just make you think I’ve gone insane
(Cos I haven’t, well I have a bit, but anyway... um shall we finish it? Okay...)
So get into bed and turn out the light
The carpet fluff and kittens want to say goodnight
And don’t be scared of what’s under your bed
Or any of the bad things in your head
‘Cos the monsters can’t compete with cake and tea
And they certainly won’t win a fight with me
So go the fuck to sleep my love
And maybe in the morning we shall see
If the world is any use to you and me
And the carpet fluff an’ kittens get you tea.