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Post by Nonfatman on May 29, 2014 15:34:06 GMT -5
In further celebration of the new album, TJTB introduces this new game, entitled Homo Erraticus Substitutis! The idea is to substitute the name 'Homo' or the name 'Homo Erraticus' -- whichever works best -- for a character or thing from another Tull/Ian song, and then rewrite the lyrics accordingly, hopefully with a comic effect. Example: Homo for OneHomo-oh, seek and you will find truth within your mind Ho-oh-oh-mo Homo-oh, each to his own we say together we'll end astray Ho-oh-oh-mo [And now for the kicker]: Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me, Be true to yourself, never think that you're free. Homo will come even-tu-ally Ho-oh-oh-mo!  Have fun! Jeff |
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Post by Michael Crowe on May 29, 2014 23:15:57 GMT -5
In further celebration of the new album, TJTB introduces this new game, entitled Homo Erraticus Substitutis! The idea is to substitute the name 'Homo' or the name 'Homo Erraticus' -- whichever works best -- for a character from another Tull/Ian song, and then rewrite the lyrics accordingly, hopefully with a comic effect. Example: Homo for OneHomo-oh, seek and you will find truth within your mind Ho-oh-oh-mo Homo-oh, each to his own we say together we'll end astray Ho-oh-oh-mo [And now for the kicker]: Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me, Be true to yourself, never think that you're free. Homo will come even-tu-ally Ho-oh-oh-mo! Have fun! Jeff LOL! Jeff, you are insane! |
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Post by Nonfatman on Jun 9, 2014 12:02:53 GMT -5
In further celebration of the new album, TJTB introduces this new game, entitled Homo Erraticus Substitutis! The idea is to substitute the name 'Homo' or the name 'Homo Erraticus' -- whichever works best -- for a character from another Tull/Ian song, and then rewrite the lyrics accordingly, hopefully with a comic effect. Example: Homo for OneHomo-oh, seek and you will find truth within your mind Ho-oh-oh-mo Homo-oh, each to his own we say together we'll end astray Ho-oh-oh-mo [And now for the kicker]: Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me, Be true to yourself, never think that you're free. Homo will come even-tu-ally Ho-oh-oh-mo! Have fun! Jeff LOL! Jeff, you are insane! Thanks, I am now working on the lyrics to another one called Cross-Eyed Homo. Jeff |
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Post by Michael Crowe on Jun 12, 2014 0:49:33 GMT -5
LOL! Jeff, you are insane! Thanks, I am now working on the lyrics to another one called Cross-Eyed Homo. Jeff Can't Wait. I think. I have some suggestions you might try, being you seem to be gifted in this realm you've created. How about: From A Dead Beat To An Old Homo Songs From The Homo Heavy Homos One Brown Homo Homo, Cap In Hand Little Homo On The School Yard Wall Wow, this is endless isn't it. |
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Post by Nonfatman on Jun 12, 2014 10:34:27 GMT -5
Thanks, I am now working on the lyrics to another one called Cross-Eyed Homo. Jeff Can't Wait. I think. I have some suggestions you might try, being you seem to be gifted in this realm you've created. How about: From A Dead Beat To An Old Homo Songs From The Homo Heavy Homos One Brown Homo Homo, Cap In Hand Little Homo On The School Yard Wall Wow, this is endless isn't it. Yes, and I have the game going on our Facebook page, just substituting Homo for any character or thing in a song or album title, which is proving to be quite a popular thread over there. The harder part is writing the new lyrics. But I do have the first line of Cross-Eyed Homo worked out. It goes like this: Cross-Eyed Ho-oh-mo, finds it hard to get a dong..... Jeff |
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Post by TM on Jun 12, 2014 11:18:44 GMT -5
Thread of the year!
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Post by TM on Jun 12, 2014 11:21:29 GMT -5
From a dead beat to an old homo, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made
of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, René Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good left the young brood to
go on living without them.
Old queers with young faces who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old homo.
Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
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Heavy Horse
One of the Youngest of the Family
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Post by Heavy Horse on Jun 12, 2014 12:05:07 GMT -5
Wow, this is endless isn't it. It's certainly looking that way...  |
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Post by TM on Jun 12, 2014 19:11:04 GMT -5
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Post by Biggles on Jun 12, 2014 21:51:53 GMT -5
From a dead beat to an old homo, here's thinking of you. You won't remember the long nights; coffee bars; black tights and white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them). When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I. And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, René Magritte, to name a few of the heroes who were too wise for their own good left the young brood to go on living without them. Old queers with young faces who remember your name, though you're a dead beat with tired feet; two ends that don't meet. To a dead beat from an old homo. Think you must have me all wrong. I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend, If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again. That's it TM, LOL! |
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Post by Biggles on Jun 12, 2014 22:39:18 GMT -5
“For A Thousand Homos”
Did you hear Homo?
Saying my wrong leans to the right.
Did you hear Homo?
Screaming my name into the night.
Saying I’ll never be a homo now.
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Post by Michael Crowe on Jun 13, 2014 1:01:10 GMT -5
Wow, this is endless isn't it. It's certainly looking that way... What's this, a Homophobic in our midst. Not that there's anything wrong with that. |
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Post by Michael Crowe on Jun 13, 2014 1:09:00 GMT -5
Too early for that declaration. I haven't introduced the Hetero Erraticus editorial for equal time thread yet. |
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Post by TM on Jun 13, 2014 8:55:38 GMT -5
“For A Thousand Homos” Did you hear Homo? Saying my wrong leans to the right. Did you hear Homo? Screaming my name into the night. Saying I’ll never be a homo now. lol |
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Post by TM on Jun 13, 2014 8:56:28 GMT -5
It's certainly looking that way... What's this, a Homophobic in our midst. Not that there's anything wrong with that. No, of course not! People's personal sexual preferences are nobody's business but their own! |
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Post by Biggles on Jun 13, 2014 11:18:07 GMT -5
What's this, a Homophobic in our midst. Not that there's anything wrong with that. No, of course not! People's personal sexual preferences are nobody's business but their own! Ho·mo [hoh-moh] Show IPA noun 1. ( italics ) the genus of bipedal primates that includes modern humans and several extinct forms, distinguished by their large brains and a dependence upon tools. Compare archaic Homo. 2. Informal. ( sometimes lowercase ) a. a member of the genus Homo. b. the species Homo sapiens or one of its members. Just like "we are DEVO".. We are HOMO!.. H O M O! |
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Post by TM on Jun 13, 2014 18:25:49 GMT -5
A Song For Homo
For Michael Collins, Homo and Me
and of course:
Homo Goes To Leicester Square
Bright city woman
walking down Leicester Square everyday.
Gonna get a piece of my mind.
You think you're not a piece of my kind.
Ev'rywhere the people looking.
Why don't you get up and sing?
Bright city woman
where did you learn all the things you say?
You listen to the newsmen on TV.
You may fool yourself but you don't fool me.
I'll see you in another place, another time.
You may be someone's, but you won't be mine.
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Post by Michael Crowe on Jun 14, 2014 2:16:11 GMT -5
Homo On The Roof
If I were a homo,
Yubby diddy diddy diddy diddy diddy diddy diddy dum,
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum,
If I were a ho ho mo.
I wouldn't have to work hard,
Ya deedle deedle bubba bubba deedle deedle dum,
If I were a biddy biddy bich,
Idle diddle daddle ho hum.
......... Okay, it's not Tull, (over very good) but we needed something fresh for a moment. As you were.
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StanDup
One of the Youngest of the Family
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Post by StanDup on Jun 14, 2014 10:59:45 GMT -5
Repackaged and Reissued for your entertainment
THE HOMO IN THE GALLERY
The homo in the gallery looked down upon the
smiling faces.
He met the gays --- observed the spaces between the
old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique
suggestions --- and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.
The homo in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
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