Whingeing about singeing, with all the
best/beast-blessed tunes (and a, fortunately,
un-four-eyed "fork"ing withered tuna for a tuner)
Beelzebub bellyaches as a talking tummy
turns (a) singing stomach.
Beelzebub Bellyaches
~ ORIGINAL LYRICS ~
Lord
Above, Sweet Immanuel
(My Lyx & Vox (1999))
Lord
above, sweet Immanuel
Safe haven from Strife's sour swell
Carry me, bodily, Heavenly, unto Thee
Grant my soul's liberty eternity
Honesty's sanctity proffers tranquility
Adds to humanity - humility
Lord
of love, sweet Immanuel
Returning as the saints foretell
Golden light, glimmering
Burning bright, shimmering
Banishing Treachery, vanquishing Misery
~
PINCHED PARTS ~
--<<.ORGAN
THEFT.>>--
0:16 - 1:19
of :"Lament to the Earl of Bottesford
Beck"
Track 8 on
Amazing
Blondel's breath-takingly
beautiful long-playing record "England"
(1972).
It was not without thought of my late grandmother
that I originally wrote these words, in earnest, as
a supposedly(,) sweet(,) spaniel(NOT Satan)
-spawned hymn for a musical/themed-collection
of songs I was obsessively amassing.
However, a suitable dog-head
was never rigged
and I took a VERY different path creating this
communication between a crucified (but dancing)
devil and "his" possessed (but glorifying) guts.
The tiresome and over-extended ending about
"weiners", "winners" and "hot dogs" came about
because I entered this animation in YouTuber
"NightowlDarksky"'s
<<<.2006.Halloween Video Competition>>>.
I think his grandparents
were the judges and
the GrandPrize was a box of Tesco
Chocolates.
Although, following a mysterious and prolonged
hiatus, "NightowlDarksky" has, as of .2009.,
returned to YouTube, he erased hundreds of
vlogs during his absence and so all trace of
the Contest has been eliminated.