Sleaford Mods - Mork n Mindy Ft Billy Nomates

Mork 'n' Mindy, Action Man 'n' Cindy

I don't mess about

I make 'em kiss each other when my mum 'n' dad go out

No messing, no curtain twitching, no stressing

I don't hang about, I get 'em down and dirty

Then get 'em falling out, then get 'em flirty

Get 'em throwing plates at each other

'Cause that's what's it's all about

Oi, fuck off back to your own room, welcome

In the back room, when fuck all's going on, what's new?

And the plated scenes of that

I live on a really depressing cul de sac

Where couples get divorced

And people come up that you'd never seen before

Like that smell of cigars and oil twat

You go, too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Mork 'n' Mindy, I got eagle eyes above me

I just hit it out, in beige and tan and stain proof kitchen mats

And out, house, pheasant just hanging about

Look at the seed pouch on the fucker, old man and his brother

Setting about, stinks like an old body, like mornings on the voddy

Shotgun lager hotty, like PornHub, sticking constantly

WiFi's gone all lo-fi, my arse is feeling too dry

Like crackers out at midnight, I can't be arsed with butter alright

You're not from round here, crashed landed about a week ago

Yeah, I feel for you, I do

The state of it is alarming, so don't presume anything

Or Blue Monday will someday become you

Well the furniture's the same, but the menu's rearranged

And your jokes won't land in the same space you're used to

You go, too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

Too high, too low

It doesn't make a difference

I know, too high, too low

But the system won't go

I looked out on the throw outside of my window

Outside there wasn't anything nice to see

I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell

Dying dandelions and bumble bees

I looked out at the throw outside of my window

Outside there wasn't anything nice to see

I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell

Dying dandelions and bumble bees

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Andrew Robert Fearn / Jason Williamson / Victoria Maries

Mork n Mindy lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Description

Artist: Sleaford Mods

Album: Mork n Mindy

Released: 2020

They're described as an Indie band, but in my mind they're space rappers. 

This is one sweet fucking track.

Great Planners Are Schizo

great planners are schizo from Heidi Hackemer

This is a very timely presentation on planners and schizophrenia.

Crouching Tiger Hidden Bacon

Bread in Asian shopping malls has an interesting positioning that is more like a dessert or indulgent snack. There are sandwich outlets but these mostly cater for Westerners or in some cases Asians who have lived or were educated abroad (a growing and highly influential population).

Easily the tastiest and best named bread snack in the world ever is the "Crouching Tiger Hidden Bacon" from Bread Talk here in Beijing. It costs 9 RMB (10 RMB to 1 Euro) and is most awesome.

I often like to buy one and drink one of their Yorkshire Tea lattes because even Northern Planner would crumble for a Yorkshire Tea latte if he hadn't had a single cuppa in months and months. Incidentally if any of you ever get round to reading Jeffrey Steingartens amazing book 'The man who ate everything' (and every planner should) you will discover that all taste is learned.

Sunny

Nicky Hursell

While watching the world cup last year in a tropical bar, before setting off to India, I got into a conversation with a creative who made a very acute observation about England's performance.

She informed me that the English could never really hope to win as we struggled to beat Costa Rica. A side from a country where the national squad makes 150 dollars a month and the population is under five million.

Psychologically we Brits are fond of rooting for the underdog. I thought this was a good insight for our complete lack of killer instinct against a side who were otherwise better known for playing the pan pipes after a hot and sweaty game in a Latin American climate as I wrote about here.

Anyway I've watched these online votes go peaches up before. First John Grant cast the winning vote for the pedestrian Um Bongo, against the infinitely hipper Kia-Ora over at Beeker's. Then Bacon lost out to Sausage, when we all know that Bacon is proof that God exists. So here is a chance to redeem ourselves.

The Kaiser over in Munich (who started the iPod singing craze here, here and here without anybody asking him some months back) has taken on The Northern Planner asserting that The Smiths are rubbish. His first pick for German opposition was Kraftwerk but The Northern Blouse crumbled at this suggestion and so sportingly Marcus (crazy like a fool) Brown (The Kaiser) has plumped for Boney M. The loser has to sing a song from the opponents music on Youtube and post to their blog. I've never seen NP sing, let alone do "Brown girl in the ring". So please hold that visual in your mind while I make this request.

I think we all know deep down who is the underdog here. I ask for nothing less than your votes for Marcus while leaving you with the awesome string arrangement on Sunny.