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Super Bob - Pandora. Super Bob. 6K Listeners4 Albums. Top Songs Start Station Pleasure To Meet You. Play Pleasure To Meet You. Pleasure To Meet You. Good to meet you. Fred: Sue, this is Bob. He'll be working with us on the Wilson project. Sue: I'm delighted to make your acquaintance, Bob. Bob: My pleasure. "Sell to those who already have one, or to those you know would be interested in buying one. . Follow these five important sales secrets from Bob Bly, "If you ask their opinion, they'll be glad to tell you, and to give you the.
Scott, you've worked so hard to provide events, fun and entertainment in the community - you derserve a big pat on the back for all the talent, energy and charisma you've shared with so many!
I have never heard music that could absolutely relax me. I was in tears Your voice and melody are awesome. I see you going far with this.
Don't stop keep up the good work. I'm sure it won't be long until someone hears you and you become famous Different genres, but there's a consistency that is you.
I clicked on "calendar" but your schedule is not there. Anyway I love to come see you in San Diego sometime. I've tried to write instrumentals have only gotten frustrated. You got the voice, sing in tune with lots of feeling, and your heart-felt lyrics are put together and expressed well. Good luck as you continue; you deserve it.
Can I send you a song or two? You have some excellent material, My Best Friend and My Wife and Locally Famous are very good and does resonate and connect with the common folks.
Other songs are maudlin to me and people are giving you hell about them. These creeps on here have no talent and no writing skills and their negativity shows their class. Forget them, listen to me!!!
Keep on doing this but be discreet about what you put out to the public and practice your guitar. Stick to your talent of writing and singing! You can sing powerfully and with emotion!
You play enough to get by. Johnny Cash; Do what you do well son. Great songs and inspiring stories! Thanks Scott ps I'm a songwriter too. I love the song about your grandfather. I need a copy. I love the CDs. But when I got home and listened to them, there was something missing. It really makes the songs. Your daughter, and Allice,,and John,,Good stories. You should make a CD with the stories,,maybe a live recording.
Your voice is refreshing and your melodys are sweet!! I do miss your smiling face and postive attitude around her though. Hope to see you soon and plan on picking up a C. You are a true inspiration Scott as instead of your dream losing steam over the years, it has only gotten stronger. I wish you only the best! I really like the layout of your web page. It is simple and easy to find what you are looking for. It is great to hear your voice again! Even if it's over the computer. I miss hearing you play.
Keep up the great work.
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It is great to see your dreams and visions finally coming true. I like "Easy Kind of Love. So happy for you. If you want to write a song about the time I rolled the Rhino, go right ahead!
You probably don't remember me that well, but I always remember your kindness when we were kids. That and when you played Injun Joe in the Huck Finn play! What else can it be, but this sort of ritual of panic about death? Quick, put on the gold hat!
I listen to them, you know, banging on. Now have another biccie and be quiet, will you please? But you can absolutely understand the desire to believe in something, to support you. Children like to be supervised by adults. Because it validates them, it shows them that they are there, that somebody else is watching over them. Grown-ups are the same, not that there is any such thing as a grown-up, really.
They liked to be watched by something. A couple of days ago I saw one of those signs outside of churches and it said "Jesus said: I am the light of the world". Which is a very male view, you know, if Jesus had been Jesusina it would've been more modest. You know because it's a women, she would've been traditionally more modest. When you're young, you think about it… Well, you don't really think about it, you know - you have the intelligence of raspberry jam, you're not thinking about anything.
But it's there, as a motive force, making you do things. Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Put them in the flat. Get on the bus.
Look at your boss. Pick up the thing. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Why did this happen? Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they're called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it's real, it is happening, to you. And so, the young woman thinks that if she has the right curtains, she can keep death and all other problems at bay. But the young man knows that the only way to keep death at bay, is by having sex pretty much constantly.
Now, because nature's so clever, it makes the couple compromise by giving them children, so they never have to have sex again, and then the children pull the curtains down so there was NEVER anything to worry about in the first place!
The other morning, I woke up. But I heard this beautiful reassuring sound, it sounded like my childhood. Church bells behind the hill? You should be as alive as you can, until you're totally dead! Science is a joke. Look at the scientific explanation for the origin of life as we know it. No wonder we have creationists, you know, those people - God love them - who tell their children that, you know, originally we all went to school with dinosaurs, or whatever it is that they tell them.
And then we all came from monkeys. There must be more than - BANG! Or the computers which are everywhere which is proof that we like to be watched.Super bob - 'Pleasure To Meet You' part 2
On modern technology Perfume is a good example of a product gone all wrong. We're the only organism the planet is actively asking to fuck off! By burning things, and freezing things, and melting things on us! It's like going past the ocean and seeing it spit out whales, "Fuck off, I've had enough of you! These fingers are from Florence. Yves Saint Laurent himself designed my arse.
My nipples are reconstructed from an early unfinished blue print by Coco Chanel, hence their lopsided charm. One of them is on my shoulder. The other five I keep handily between my toes, which, in themselves are a bit embarrassing.
On fashion and cosmetic surgery. What do young people have gap years for? On gap years and life. You know, fucking mornings! What is that about? That time is a huge lie. People running up to you saying, "what do you think? And how do they lure you back into the world, into the human race, into consciousness itself?
With the great traditional breakfast! As eaten here and in Britain and Ireland and lots of other places: Some yummy cereal, mmhmmmm dust with milk! Goody gumdrops, I was up all night fantasizing about fucking fibre. I'd like to be lying face down in a cushion, with my mouth full of chocolate, and something lovely happening to my lower half. Would you like your prize now, or later? Women are not allowed to be seen to enjoy themselves on lots of ways.
The Madonna-Whore-Quotient of a woman. Where is the cake? Cake is the language of love. I don't see any cakes in the building. You know, people say that to you: Gimme a fuckin' eclair. The ultimate human shopping list: You have to have a good relationship with pleasure, Australians seem to, on the whole your approach seems to be to go, "What's that?
Ahh, yeah, it's one of those" which is a lot healthier than the Irish one, which is to go, "What's that? I'll wait till everyone's asleep, then I'll steal it, so nobody will see me enjoy myself and then I won't have to feel ashamed. I can just let the guilt fester for the rest of my life and spend all my remaining years drunk.
Don't try to get in, I have blocked the door with huge lumps of turkish delight and I'm listening to showtunes. And it really made me want to cry. I just thought how old or sick or small do you need to be to need those beans?
On warning on cigarettes boxes. And what is the point of putting a picture of the perfectly ordinary Irish smile on the box of cigarettes? Yeah, Yeah [ edit ] And the thing is woman do have to do all kinds of things themselves. And they lie about it 'cause of all the pressure. Woman go and get their hair made bullet-proof and get the implants. The silly clothes and the stupid shoes everybody wears now.
That's not the kind of thing a person does for themselves. You know what l did for me? I had an eclair inside an eclair. That's the kind of thing you do for yourself. The truth is that women are like chick peas under a psychopath's hat.
They can be cherishable and zingy and suprising.
But you ask too many questions and you get killed. I can't be a feminist. Just like most women. If women were serious about feminism they would have everything that feminists talk about getting. Equal pay, you could have that tomorrow! If you're a young man, you know, you live in a sexual tyranny anyway and your penis is Kim Jong. You can have a car crash. You lie in the ditch thinking: I can't quite seem to see it yet". Your mind keeps churning.
You think, "What if this thing happens?! What if that thing happens?! What if they happen together?! What if I lose my job?! I hate my fucking job! But what if I lose it? And worms don't live in a hive, so it already feels unnatural.
You lie in bed, beside your partner Okay, I would be dead. How would they cope? They would be out in the street in half an hour, stealing food from seagulls mouths! They'd have a much nicer, cleaner house!
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And an improved sense of self-worth. And inevitably your partner would find somebody within the first days, and begin a tumultuous sexual relationship.
They would be having sex a lot in your bed when you were dead! The morning, the afternoon, the evening, and the night time would be the main times they would be having sex, in your bed, when you were dead. Feeding each other lobster with their bare hands, to give each other more energy to try it in new and more demanding ways. When your realise you are lying besides somebody who is waiting for you to die! And what's more, they're sleeping to make the time go faster. Days are stupid length.
They are just long enough to get regret and then you have to go to bed. Trying to sort out their relationship with the definite article.
Throwing darts at their dinner. Mr Cameron and his cube of air. The belief system that if you smiled hard enough into the face of God, you would eventually shit money. You know what you think, you know where you are on the spectrum Put it down, we should all be nice to one another. Not a sophisticated philosophy, it just says: Do we fuck it or eat it? Now you might be liberal! You could be, I forgot.
You could be one of those thoughtful, troublesome people. You are the thing in your kitchen you never use. Something you bought once, while you were out at a market feeling frisky. They tell you, you can get everything you need from pulses and lentils and things like that. Everything you need, except company, which is not to be had, because you are dying, bent double in a miasma of your own toxic farts.
Belief itself is treated with disgust. Belief is now regarded as a kind of fat marbling the brain. Who here believes in organized religion? People in the West don't believe in anything! And we're proud of it! I don't fucking believe you! We treat religion with contempt. What are you, a child? Believing in this, you do good and then you know, you die and then you get a biscuit!
What are you, a fucking idiot? What's wrong with you? We don't believe in anything! Because we know about science!
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That's the only thing we know about! The atoms and quarks and things. We don't understand it! But that's the case. So, that's totally different to having a faith! The dark creates all kinds of things. The dark creates music, particular kinds of music. Horrible folk music you don't want to listen to. And heavy metal which they love in dark places.
They love it in Scandinavia. They have all these metal bands, you know? And they're not like the English ones or American ones that have names like Metallica and Megadeth and so on.
So they call their bands things like Anus Hammer, Egg Smuggler, all that stuff. You have everything down here. You've got jazz and ska and everything, you know. Whatever, folk music, too, probably. Folk music has its own look. You know, people wear dungarees 'cause they say, "l'm a man or a woman of the people. This isn't my main thing, you know. My main job is harvesting turnips. Anyway, this next number is called Cross-eyed Mary of the Lowlands.
And my job is to play the electrified tractor horn till 5: The look is a kind of an argument. Because what the people who are involved are saying, is that attraction is not necessary for reproduction. That's why they shave all the hair off where it would naturally be and cultivate it in places it shouldn't be. And that's why the music is so angry. You know, if you shave all the hair off your arse and get into a pair of leather trousers, you're gonna sing an angry song.
Little pots of toasted death. Partly, that is probably age speaking. You could sit in the comfort of you own kitchen and break your knees with a hammer. What is the human impulse? Your accommodation is dangerous, your neighbours are dangerous. Your own family are pretty handy. You probably have a couple of moves yourself. No wonder everybody's hooked. This is from my granny. She was a beautiful, spiritual person. She always used to say: They all have a neck.
You cannot keep everybody happy. Work on the farm deteriorates almost immediately. You can help Wikiquote by introducing appropriate citations. It's a totally inhospitable place, you shouldn't be here—the sun—you live about three quarters of a mile from it; I've seen insects walking around with kneepads; you fling yourselves into the sea when you're not actually walking around audibly crackling in the heat.
And the sea is full of jellyfish, sharks and other things who hate you, but you persist in living here. So you know, it's a jail you live in. It's lovely, you've done wonderful things with it, but you're all still in denial.
On Australia, at the Melbourne Comedy Fest. I'm Tony, I'm going to be your server. I've got some very exciting specials to tell you folks about right here. We've got our deep-pan re-re-fried chocolate ice cream pizza, which comes with a complementary pacemaker. If you're watching your weight you might want to try our No Hope Protein Salad, absolutely delicious. Philippe, our maitre d', will dig out some photographs of you looking kind of tubby, you know, on the Internet, and then we all kind of point and laugh at you and just sort of rub a single chickpea on your lip until you cry.
Would you like some water? I rescued you from the city streets. Without me you'd still be fucking bouncing into buildings out there in the laser neon rain with the tabloids poltergeisting through the air, wondering where the fuck you are, you clueless dolt! I took you in for the waif you were, rescued you from every doorway which was a waiting set of jaws—every half-closed window, a pirate's eye—I took you in and rescued you from your own stupidity!
If you had a shred of moral decency, you'd chain yourself to the radiator and devote the rest of your life to acts of sexual abasement!