I think all the opening poems are excellent... does anyone know of a site where they are all listed? If I had the DVD with me I'd put the subtitles on and write em out for myself... but I don't so I can't
My favourite is the one that goes something like:
'... they gob you up with a synapse bomb...' '... not clocking you've been prammed...' '... they crown you King Cantaloupe...' '... so fall, you jessie...'
and of course, there's always the classic:
'... then find your plans all twunted by a Honda...'
All the poems are excellent i agree. Most of my favourites are on blue jam, here are some FAVOURITE favourites:
'When you sick so sad you cry, and in crying, cry a whole leopard from your eye. If you angry so mad, ee tongue burst and mouth juice run gall bladder bitter. When you sick so sad you place your face in the puddle of a lay-by, waiting for lorry to splash it.'
'When ee tongue but slip slap daft round simple-speak. And people stare, and mock, while you go jrub-di-jroop. When monkey cease to sing, though you carve slot in head, and slip in so much coins, that brainy gloop did ooze there from. Ah... I see... Yes...'
-That is to name but a couple, but they're all brilliant. I reckon Mr. Morris should do some more and release them all on CD just on their own. Or maybe with a few more monologues thrown in for good measure :). God knows i'd buy it.
When surface from a four-day crash, bluebottle gobbed, and hear the children call you ‘maggot mouth’...... and rise to find they've roped your guts, so, fall you jessie. They crown you king cantaloupe and gob you up a synapse bomb. So now, you hooting bletherskate, not clocking you've been prammed to serenade the door of your ex-wife.......where pierced on glares of ice you fold to weeping topple. Then find you've wandered back to school and frit the squabs, and now here comes a teacher with a copper. Then welcome, mmm, ooh fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss. Welcome in jaaaaaam!
"When thrapping door brings not chums with cakes, but friends of Sweaty Fred, full madding 'cause you failed to sell, and hooved your stash in smarting happy moodswings, so now, the beating starts....."
".....And when you drive for hours, arrive to find you nowhere gone, you've just been mouthing 'brrrum brrrum 'rocking wheel of course you have, the heap is rusted through and off the road since you drove drunk through 13 schoolyards, laughing like Prescott....."
"When shake your head at local paper story of a crime git, then look again and see that he is you, this long-lens shifty bugger in a park. When every call destroys your life, even though the phone ain't got a bloody plug. And when waking wonder where you are, and find that most of you is asking where you've gone. then welcome. mmm, you arrested for copying dogs, welcome, in jam."
Its hilarious at the start with the guy in the newspaper and then creepy as hell at the end of the poem with the guy who wakes up and he's just a spine lying on a tiny bed. It's horrible. But I love it.
My favourite one-liner would have to be: "Who born dead through your own arse" You're just so not expecting it. Excellent.
When every call destroys your life, even though the phone ain't got a bloody plug, And when waking wonder where you are, and find that most of you is asking where you've gone...