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.

Israeli Prime Minister At Epstein's New York Townhouse

While researching on CSPAN, I came across a video of Joe Biden at AIPAC and found a segment that speaks loudly of his relationship with former Israeli PM Ehud Barak, pictured above discretely visiting Jeffrey Epstein's town house in New York before he was suicided.

I'm not talking about the somewhat comical double (or clone, for arguments sake) currently playing the Biden role. I'm talking about the hard-nosed, nasty piece of work Joe Biden the Ultra Zionist, who plotted the murder of his wife Neilia, and indirectly his 13 month old baby Naomi, to marry his babysitter, now his wife Dr Jill Biden. Who is just as bloodthirsty as sleepy joe

That Joe Biden had so much power, I kick myself when I recall Sam Ismail (I'm still not sure if that was his real name) remarked that Joe Biden, was 'white bread', when Obama was elected in 2008 and inaugurated in 2009.

If I'd bothered to research him, I'd have found out very quickly that no malarkey Joe, was a very dangerous DC operator, and that was magnified when he made VP pick. 

The reason for this post is I ask you to examine the brief clip I've posted above, because the body language by Ehud Barak, and the closeness of his relationship with Joe Biden is unprecedented, even in the disgusting and vile world of AIPAC.

Go ahead, take a look. 

Tell me what you see.

I can't even articulate it.

Waterloo - 1970

It's another demonstration of airbrushed-history that most UK people have no idea that Napoleon fought and lost against the British, Prussians, Austrians and Russians simultaneously at Waterloo.

It's a bit like most British mistakenly believe that Churchill was the principle reason for victory against the Germans, and have no idea that the Soviets lost over a hundred times more troops getting to Berlin than the quarter of a million we lost unnecessarily due to an ethnic supremacy group (in Czechoslovakia) who were picking up Winston's bills.

Waterloo couldn't be made today, because we're so wealthy that employing so many film extras can't be done. Imagine the task of just feeding 16,000 extras, doing the make-up, costumes, horses, film crews and then shooting and watching dailies and reshoots .... impressive.

Although produced by Dino De Laurentiis, it took Soviet money to make Waterloo a reality and thus was appropriately directed by Sergei Bondarchuk assisted by Orson Welles, who plays a bloody marvellous and morbidly obese Louis XVIII.

The costumes are exceptional in this film, and it's worth watching just for that, the sets, and mind-boggling logistics commanded by a brilliant Rod Steiger as Napoleon, unlike Wellington playing Christopher Plummer (sic), as let's face it they're both interchangeable.

The scene that caught my eye was the Duchess of Richmond's Ball in Brussels, but mainly because I'm uncomfortable with battle scenes of horses falling at galloping speed to cannon and artillery fire.

Wellington and Napoleon were both born in the same year, had nepotistical promotions via their brothers, keenly read the works of Caesar and chose Hannibal as their favourite hero. They also shared two mistresses (at different times you understand) and even ate food prepared from the same personal chef.

If you're like me that's always a wink to synthetic history but there's no need to go there if you're unfamiliar with the subject.