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The Word Christmas Single
It can now be revealed that diminutive 'At the Zoo' hitmaker, Paul Simon, often hangs around the Word blog, reading the entertaining and thought-provoking posts. He enjoys the blog so much that he is releasing a re-recorded version of the S&G song 'Blessed' as a celebration of the Massive. We can now exclusively reveal the re-written lyrics:
Blessed are the geeks, for they shall inherit
Blessed is the spam whose junk flows
Blessed are the understudies, old buddies, posting in the nuddies
O Word! You have overtaken me!
(I've got no place to go
I've hung around the blog for the last night or so
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.)
Blessed is the aspidistra and hatstand
Blessed is the man who is actually a woman
Blessed are the RT-baters, cover-image-haters, stay-up-too-laters
O Word! My FPO's forsaken me!
(The thread trickles down, like a discussion
That I have no intention to end)
Blessed are the slow loaders, Windows goaders
Blessed are the outcasts, podcast hepcats
Blessed are the uke pluckers, hard luckers, groovy fuckers
O Word! You are always there for me
(I have hung around in this perfumed garden
Much too long)
Happy Christmas, everyone.
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Here's some yuletide gibberish...
AWAKEN MASSIVE by Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe, Underpants, Backwards and Stimpy.
High temptation go on
to the blog, oh left my tart dreaming
faster chortle as we.
Where can I be?
Wish the fun to overspill
Reaching out to clutch our own being
Faster chortle as we
Here we can be
We can be here,
be here now (urgh).
Here we can be.
AWAKEN BLOG PUNS GOAT CAKES AWAKEN
HORA BASHED NEEPS CHUTNEY AWAKEN
MASSIVE .)(. MASSIVE
TOUCH BACKWARDS BEANY UNDERPANTS STIMPY TOUCHING
Witterings of man
set to tire out hysterical wife.
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his FPO
All awakening, all restoring you
Witterings of man
driven far from the pub.
Released in inhibitions
So that all is cleft for you
all is cleft for you
all is cleft for you
all is cleft for you now.
Master of things. Master of light.
Songs past delight you. All pure chance.
Hark thru lark ties. As squirrels cross divided.
That tunnel us out of pained existence. In all encircling HTML code.
In challenge as direct. Oh closely guarded flan.
As we see young stars disassemble. Awaken in our heart.
Master of soul. Master of grime.
Set to touch. Setting sail.
All impudent youth. All over our lands.
Last soufflé. And as we cook.
That blogging be contact. Forever closer.
With all that beer. We shall now rid.
Be honest with yourself. Fare thee well, fare thee well
There's no more stout, no stout.
High temptation go on
to the blog, oh left my tart dreaming
faster chortle as we.
Where can I be?
Wish the fun to overspill
Reaching out to clutch our own being
Faster chortle as we
Here we can be
We can be here,
be here now (urgh).
Here we can be.
Like the time Van parped away
and turned around
and passed his gobiron straight to me
Like the time Van parped away
and turned around
and passed his gobiron straight to me