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Granny Kathleen reacts badly to the news that Entropy did not deliver the usual $250 that Howler Monkey was accustomed to. No gravlax this week Granny
What now, Howler Monkey?
The party’s over,
the lights are off,
the crowd’s gone,
the night’s gone cold,
what now, Howler Money?
what now, you?
you without a name,
who mocks the others,
you who write doggerel
who love, megaphone protest?
what now, Howler Money?
You have no virtue,
you have no speech
you have no affection,
you can’t drink,
you can’t smoke,
you can’t even spit,
the night’s gone cold,
the day didn’t come,
the tram didn’t come,
laughter didn’t come
utopia didn’t come
and everything ended
and everything fled
and everything rotted
what now, Howler Monkey?
what now, Howler Monkey?
Your empty words,
your instance of coop fever,
your feasting and fasting,
your library,
your gold mine,
your glass suit,
your incoherence,
your hate—what now?
Key in hand
you want to open the door,
but no door exists;
you want to die in the sea,
but the sea has dried;
you want to go to Albion
but Albion is no longer there.
Howler Monkey, what now?
If you screamed,
if you moaned,
if you played
a Viennese waltz,
if you slept,
if you tired,
if you died…
Alone in the dark
like a wild animal,
without tradition,
without a naked wall
to lean against,
without a black horse
that flees galloping,
you march, Howler Monkey
Howler Monkey, where to?
The party’s over,
the lights are off,
the crowd’s gone,
the night’s gone cold,
what now, Howler Money?
what now, you?
you without a name,
who mocks the others,
you who write doggerel
who love, megaphone protest?
what now, Howler Money?
You have no virtue,
you have no speech
you have no affection,
you can’t drink,
you can’t smoke,
you can’t even spit,
the night’s gone cold,
the day didn’t come,
the tram didn’t come,
laughter didn’t come
utopia didn’t come
and everything ended
and everything fled
and everything rotted
what now, Howler Monkey?
what now, Howler Monkey?
Your empty words,
your instance of coop fever,
your feasting and fasting,
your library,
your gold mine,
your glass suit,
your incoherence,
your hate—what now?
Key in hand
you want to open the door,
but no door exists;
you want to die in the sea,
but the sea has dried;
you want to go to Albion
but Albion is no longer there.
Howler Monkey, what now?
If you screamed,
if you moaned,
if you played
a Viennese waltz,
if you slept,
if you tired,
if you died…
Alone in the dark
like a wild animal,
without tradition,
without a naked wall
to lean against,
without a black horse
that flees galloping,
you march, Howler Monkey
Howler Monkey, where to?
Tired of all her shagging her way through PA , the white but impure butterfly reposed and waited for the next course. After used to live on t'moors Mike with my fairy luvin wife, Nicky knife mark H and Ruff around the edges Craig it was time to let the younger men have a go. J only joined because he thought it came with the membership. Not sure what part of the Bible this was in.