I See A Whitehouse And I Want To Paint It Black...

The historic moment when Barack Obama is announced as the President of The United States of America was indeed, his time, and certainly America's time to shine. The fact that George Bush was elected twice on the trot and then Obama is elected shows somewhat of a lesson learnt by the American public. This historic moment is one of very few in a dark American history that America will be able to look back on, and think that they were there. They were there the day America gained common sense. One brilliant moment in time. Congratulations Barack Obama. The things that amused me running up to the election were the dedicated republicans who seemed certain that Obama was a baby killer, the streaker on GMTV earlier today, And the pictures that show McCain and what looks like a heart attack. Oh, how the American's can still amuse me...

And a um... backword? O.o That being November the 5th cannot not be mentioned (Yes, double negative silly)being Bonfire Night and all. So, all I want to say is be safe, and sparkle a sparkler for me...

Ben Morris, signing off...

I Don't Know A Single DJ Saint

Is it too hard,
To speak the eloquent English language,
Do you find it annoying,
If you can't speak the tounge without anguish?
So, shut your mouth,
And use your pate,
You're not getting anywhere with 'blud'
And I don't know a single DJ saint...

First of all I'm not "your man",
I don't want to walk down the street and hold your hand,
Don't say so in your little rap band,
Unless you're actually up to rolling around with me in the sand...

Secondly, I'm don't remember being anyone's "blud",
I mean for one, it's impossible that I could,
Genetically transfer myself into you, not that I would,
I'd never like to be infected by all that weed and bud.

Is it too hard,
To speak the eloquent English language,
Do you find it annoying,
If you can't speak the tounge without anguish?
So, shut your mouth,
And use your pate,
You're not getting anywhere with 'blud'
And I don't know a single DJ saint...

WIth your alchopops, techno and R&B,
You've got loads of 'menz' for company,
But while I may have a career in dentistry,
You're on the doll, with a £10 fee.

I'd like to see your trackie bottoms and top,
Be any use apart for sporting activities like a ten mile jog,
Have you heard of jeans? So, sure it'll be harder when you go to the bog,
But you're less likley to have a potential popularity drop.

Is it too hard,
To speak the eloquent English language,
Do you find it annoying,
If you can't speak the tounge without anguish?
So, shut your mouth,
And use your pate,
You're not getting anywhere with 'blud'
And I don't know a single DJ saint...

You say I'm being cheeky,
But if you look bleakly,
Into the past completley,
The number of you that have started on me,
Couldn't fill the American sea,
Mainly due to your lack of reproductive means,
And that's why we have a crisis of hepatitus b,
So shut your mouth and go listen to your MP3.

Is it too hard,
To speak the eloquent English language,
Do you find it annoying,
If you can't speak the tounge without anguish?
So, shut your mouth,
And use your pate,
You're not getting anywhere with 'blud'
And I don't know a single DJ saint...