Old Man Whibley

Old Man Whibley 5 o’clock rise Back stiff, eyes hurt, shoulders and thighs No more sleep required he’ll insist Got hair coming out of every orifice Creaks to the kitchen Flicks on the kettle Wakes himself up with some mid nineties metal Nodding his head until his neck starts to ache Mimicking the roars his … More Old Man Whibley

Future Shock?

It’s 2017 where’s my motherfucking hover board? Look to the skies no sign of the motherboard I long to see crazy beings out in the street Seen birds and cats since 1983 I want three headed red and purple orninoids Want heavily enhanced pure cannabinoids I want teleportation Flying cars Package holidays to distant stars … More Future Shock?