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Thursday 7 October 2010

Lots of Ghosts.

Lots of Ghosts

Were going to be a big band
Sailing ships of wool
Yes major chords
Pure in harmony


london aint drowning its swimming! Beatle mania arise from the dust. Lots of ghosts. The best band that ever sat togethor on a bus. First song ever made - Ommbalawah - created at Glastonbury - My text goes Ping!
- Ping the gypsy king

Ps - Our music producers name is Ruby - when I met her on a train - i knew - i knew.

Pps - I dont often swear but this is such a brilliant word - cant wait for Halloween you know lots of Ghosts are going to Fucking well proper rock the scene, up on the main stage at Glastobury powerfull like Radiohead the Prodigy - designer stage shows as well as songs, costumes, music, videos, i love this bit, out comes Baron Samedi, for some reason i feel that golden goose this is an egg ive layed for you - with your sword excalibur, to strike on top of three grave stones, we can even invite the Prodigy - Magic people Voodoo people, shrrrk shrrrk shrrrrk, ressurection strikes and from below the stage rise our heroes, mine, well to name but three Jim E Hendrix, Bob Marley and Gandhi, we rock it up, the crowd goes wild, beaming faces so many smiles, Gandhi's like a drummer, biggest swinger by far, wow listen as he plays a mean saxomofo. Jim E making love with his teeth to a sitar, by name of soulshine two flower super nova, , we even manage the best of blags, seeing as weve planned to give everyone in the crowd a party bag, Eavis lets us play till the sunshine rains, we have so much energy we never want to leave the stage, the crowd would love to stay, we sing for the beatles it was twenty years ago today, yipee hooray! at the backstage party everyone with a pink invisible squirrel gets a ticket for the raffle, the prize, i shall give away, my magic pen, that writes the future so beautifully, then retire, to live out my dreams with you, one love one heart, happy ever after, often visited by friends and family, one and the same, inside our cosy tree.

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