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  • #91
    Originally posted by Pietro_Mercurios
    I'll be drinking that cheap but pleasant enough supermarket Languedoc again and watching some of the first series of Angel, on DVD, that i bought today (I missed the first series).

    After a long day at work, I am resting me barking dogs, and having a chocolate soy milk. Oh shush! It's good for me

    I really must find a source for Beamish... probably cheaper than soy milk!

    Meant to say in agreement on the Angel series. My son is trying to get me hooked on 24. I'm doing my best to resist...
    Last edited by Madrigal Rose; 07-29-2006, 03:42 PM.
    Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
    -Yousuf Karsh

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    • #92
      First a quarter in the jukebox....clink.
      Fair Dealer
      © Michael Moorcock

      See them dancing through the land
      Following the Dealer Man
      They are laughing every one
      They think they're having fun.

      Dealer, Dealer Man, what have you got in your bag today?
      What have you got to turn me on again?
      What have you got to make me dream
      The dreams I dreamed last year, the visions that I see?

      I got brass, well it looks like gold
      I got solver, but it's turned to rust
      I got love, but it's kind of cold
      I got ideals, but you can not trust them now
      I got nothing that isn't second-hand
      Nothing to make you dreams the dreams
      You dreamed when I last came to town.

      See them dancing through the land
      Following the Dealer Man
      They are laughing every one
      They think they're having fun.

      Dealer, Dealer Man, You promised the blind man he would see
      You promised the deaf man he would hear again
      You promised the dumb man he would speak
      You promised me I'd come to life and be myself at last.

      I got Paint, That looks like blood
      I got plastic, that could be flesh
      I got hate, that could pass for love
      I got faith, though it's not too fresh
      I got nothing you haven't seen before
      So please don't bother me no more
      For the hope you had when I last came to town.

      See them dancing through the land
      Following the Dealer Man
      They are laughing every one
      They think they're having fun
      They think they're having fun
      They think they're having fun.

      We know we're having fun..



      I would like to tip my hat to the orchestrators of the image hive, it is astounding. Thank You Sincerely.

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      • #93
        Been drinking far too much of that red, red wine, but since it seems that Karaoke Night is here again:

        Temptation Waits

        I'll tell you something
        I am a wolf but
        I like to wear sheep's clothing

        I am a bonfire
        I am a vampire
        I'm waiting for my moment

        You come on like a drug
        I just can't get enough
        I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more
        And there's so much at stake
        I can't afford to waste
        I never needed anybody like this before

        I'll tell you something
        I am a demon
        Some say my biggest weakness
        I have my reasons
        Call it my defense
        Be careful what you're wishing

        You come on like a drug
        I just can't get enough
        I'm like an addict coming at you for a little more
        And there's so much at stake
        I can't afford to waste
        I never needed anybody like this before

        You are a secret
        A new possession
        I like to keep you guessing

        When I'm not sure what I'm living for
        When I'm not sure what I'm looking for

        When I'm not sure what I'm living for
        When I'm not sure what I'm looking for

        When I'm not sure what I'm living for
        When I'm not sure what I'm looking for
        When I'm not sure what I'm living for




        Pure Garbage.
        Last edited by Pietro_Mercurios; 08-04-2006, 06:00 PM.

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        • #94
          Well, if we're having a sing song...

          I drove my tractor through your haystack last night
          (ooh aarh ooh aarh)
          I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet
          (ooh aarh ooh aarh)
          Now something's telling me
          That you'm avoiding me
          Come on now darling you've got something I need

          Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key
          Come on now let's get together
          In perfect harmony
          I got twenty acres
          An' you got forty-three
          Now I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key

          She made I laugh ha ha

          I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need
          We'll 'ave twins and triplets
          I'm a man built for speed
          And you know I'll love you darlin'
          So give me your hand
          But what I want the most
          Is all they acres of land

          Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key
          Come on now let's get together
          In perfect harmony
          I got twenty acres
          An' you got forty-three
          Now I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key

          Ooaah she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all

          For seven long years I've been alone in this place
          Eat, sleep, in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace
          Now if I cleaned it up would you change your mind
          I'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime

          Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key
          Come on now let's get together
          In perfect harmony
          I got twenty acres
          An' you got forty-three
          Now I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key

          Who loves ya baby ha

          Weren't we a grand couple at that last wurzel dance
          I wore brand new gaters and me cordouroy pants
          In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand
          We had our photos took and us holding hands

          Now I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key
          Now that we'me both past our fifties I think that you and me
          Should stop this galavanting and will you marry me
          Coz I got a brand new combine harvester
          An' I'll give you the key

          Aahh yu're a fine looking woman and I can't wait to get me 'ands on your land


          You see, it's... it's no good, Montag. We've all got to be alike. The only way to be happy is for everyone to be made equal.

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          Image Hive :-: Wikiverse :-: Media Hive

          :-: Onsite Offerings :-:


          "I am an observer of life, a non-participant who takes no sides. I am in the regimented society, but not of it." Moondog, 1964

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          • #95
            So, in keeping with the theme set by Guv...

            rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit
            rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit

            you got a beutiful chin,
            you got beutiful skin,
            you got a beutiful face,
            you got taste,
            you got beutiful eyes,
            you got beutiful thighs,
            you got a lot whout a doubt,
            but i think bout blowin u out,

            coz you wont stop talkin,
            why dont you give it a rest?,
            you got more rabbit than sainsburys,
            its time you got it off your chest,
            now you is just the kinda girl to break my heart in two,
            i knew right off when i first set my eyes on you,
            but how was i to know you fed my earholes too?,
            with your ecessive talking,
            your becoming a pest,

            rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit
            rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit

            now your a wonderful girl,
            you got a wonderful smell,
            you got wonderful arms,
            you got charm,
            you got wonderful hair,
            we make a wonderful pair,
            now i dont mind avin a chat,
            but you have to keep givin it that,

            no, you wont stop talkin,
            why dont you give it a rest?,
            you got more rabbit than sainsburys,
            its time you got it off your chest,
            now you are just the kinda girl to break my heart in two,
            i knew right off wen i first set my eyes on you,
            but how was i to know you fed my earholes too,
            with your excessive talkin,
            your becoming a pest,

            rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit yup yup rabbit yup yup yup rabbit rabbit bunny jabber yup rabbit bunny yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup bunny jabber rabbit

            _"For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless.
            _For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him.
            _And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished.
            _He was supremely powerful. He told planets to destroy themselves, and they did. He created suns. Beautiful women flocked to be his. Of all men, he was the mightiest. Of all gods, he was the greatest."

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            • #96
              WOOOOO...ENCORE GOVE !!!



              Here's some backup vocals....

              Lay down lay down lay it all down
              Let your white birds smile
              At the ones who stand and frown
              Lay down lay down lay it all down
              Let your white birds smile
              At the ones who stand and frown

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              • #97
                As the heat finally starts to wane I am enjoying a stein and appreciating the privelege of interacting with Michael Moorcock and all of you fine folk. Ahhh.. the old jukebox.

                Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)
                (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

                I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
                I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
                I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
                I tore my mind on a jagged sky
                I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

                (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

                I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
                I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in
                I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
                I saw so much I broke my mind
                I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

                (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

                Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign
                I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
                Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
                Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
                I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

                I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
                Yeah yeah oh-yeah

                Thinking of Miqque.
                Last edited by voilodian ghagnasdiak; 09-02-2006, 12:52 PM.

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                • #98
                  Dylan ..........

                  Farewell Angelina
                  The bells of the crown
                  Are being stolen by bandits
                  I must follow the sound
                  The triangle tingles
                  And the trumpet play slow
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky is on fire
                  And I must go.

                  There's no need for anger
                  There's no need for blame
                  There's nothing to prove
                  Ev'rything's still the same
                  Just a table standing empty
                  By the edge of the sea
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky is trembling
                  And I must leave.

                  The jacks and queens
                  Have forsaked the courtyard
                  Fifty-two gypsies
                  Now file past the guards
                  In the space where the deuce
                  And the ace once ran wild
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky is folding
                  I'll see you in a while.

                  See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
                  Perched in the sun
                  Shooting tin cans
                  With a sawed-off shotgun
                  And the neighbors they clap
                  And they cheer with each blast
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky's changing color
                  And I must leave fast.

                  King Kong, little elves
                  On the rooftoops they dance
                  Valentino-type tangos
                  While the make-up man's hands
                  Shut the eyes of the dead
                  Not to embarrass anyone
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky is embarrassed
                  And I must be gone.

                  The machine guns are roaring
                  The puppets heave rocks
                  The fiends nail time bombs
                  To the hands of the clocks
                  Call me any name you like
                  I will never deny it
                  Farewell Angelina
                  The sky is erupting
                  I must go where it's quiet.

                  and Dylan, always modern :

                  How many roads must a man walk down
                  Before you call him a man?
                  Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
                  Before she sleeps in the sand?
                  Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
                  Before they're forever banned?
                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
                  The answer is blowin' in the wind.

                  How many times must a man look up
                  Before he can see the sky?
                  Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
                  Before he can hear people cry?
                  Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
                  That too many people have died?
                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
                  The answer is blowin' in the wind.

                  How many years can a mountain exist
                  Before it's washed to the sea?
                  Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
                  Before they're allowed to be free?
                  Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
                  Pretending he just doesn't see?
                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
                  The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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                  • #99
                    This "Fragolino" is for all of you, my friends


                    Fragolino "Le Bigonce"
                    Aromatized drink made from wine, strawberry juice and strawberry vine grapes excellentforits fine taste and lightness.
                    It express enchanting aromas of flowersandfruit the Fragolino Le Bigonce drink is excellent as an aperitif, withdessertsand as a combination for other drinks.
                    Its low alcohol content makes it suitableforyoung people, too. Serve very cool: 6 to 8°C.
                    Hieronymus

                    - Dalmatius -

                    "I'm forbidden to reign, but I'll never yield before the facts: I am the Cat"

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                    • David & David -

                      Welcome To The Boomtown

                      Miss Christina drives a nine-four-four (.944)
                      satisfaction oozes from her pores
                      she keeps rings on her fingers, marble on her floor
                      cocaine in her dresser, bars on her doors

                      she keeps her back against the wall
                      she keeps her back against the wall

                      So I say, I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown
                      pick a habit we got plenty to go around
                      welcome to the boomtown
                      and all that money makes such a succulent sound
                      welcome to the boomtown

                      Handsome Kevin got a little off track
                      took a year off of college and he never went back
                      now he smokes much too much, he's got a permanent hack
                      deals dope out of Denny's, keeps a table in the back

                      he always listens to the ground
                      always listens to the ground

                      So I say, I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown
                      pick a habit we got plenty to go around
                      welcome to the boomtown
                      and all that money makes such a succulent sound
                      welcome to the boomtown

                      Well the ambulance arrived too late
                      I guess she didn't want to wait...

                      So I say, I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown
                      pick a habit we got plenty to go around
                      welcome to the boomtown
                      and all that money makes such a succulent sound
                      welcome to the boomtown
                      welcome to the boomtown
                      welcome to the boomtown

                      -----

                      Glad to be away from L.A....
                      Miqque
                      ... just another sailor on the seas of Fate, dogpaddling desperately ...

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                      • Well, I'm glad to be back on Mike's Miscellany. Visited the Inner Hebrides (again) and came back to find that my kids had snafu'ed Windos Xp. Been busy on my pin money job, 'til now.

                        De Konincks all round bartender, please.

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                        • What a co-incidence, assuming there is any such thing obviously...
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                          • I say we all have a big round of something healthy for our friend L'Etranger!! I hear he's under the weather and could use some good cheer!

                            I'm in Florida, so I'm raising a huge glass of orange juice in your honor!

                            Cheers!


                            Now, get better ASAP!
                            Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
                            -Yousuf Karsh

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                            • Hi L'Etranger!

                              Get Well Soon,Mate!

                              I raise my vegetable soup to ya!

                              Get some good chicken noodle!


                              -Joe

                              "With a deep, not-unhappy sigh, Elric prepared to do battle with an army." (Red Pearls)
                              - Michael Moorcock

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                              • With the Christmas season fast approaching, I trust the Moorcock Inn's cellars are being well-stocked with mulled wine and other festive spirits.
                                _"For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless.
                                _For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him.
                                _And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished.
                                _He was supremely powerful. He told planets to destroy themselves, and they did. He created suns. Beautiful women flocked to be his. Of all men, he was the mightiest. Of all gods, he was the greatest."

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