Welcome to Mossad-ALF´s funny little blog...: July 2015

Thursday, July 30, 2015

1965 Brandon Lee (US actor) = 1975 russell brand (UK comedian)

Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon
Dig your grave

One less challenge
Pick your path and I'll pray

Wake up in the morning
See your sunlight burning to go down

Lousy lovers, pick their preys
but they never cry out loud
Cry out...

Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love?

Is it over now?
Do you know how?

Pick up the pieces and go home

Ooh, shadow of a woman

Rock on, gold dust woman
Follow those who pale in your shadow

Rulers make bad lovers

Better put your kingdom up for sale
Up for sale

Well, did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love?

Is it over now?
Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home

Did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love?

Well, is it over now?
Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home

To go home

shadow of a woman
shadow of a woman
shadow of a woman
Black widow

shadow of a woman
Black widow

shadow of a woman
Black widow....
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### death to all actors ###

Actors mate!
They can’t be trusted
They’re wormy butterflies
come sticky moths
dressed up in fancy clothes
Light a lamp,
switch a light on outside
and watch the actors arrive
they’re story leeches
who steal yours and my tales for their CVs
or for their next big roll at Subways,
Bunnings or at shopping centres with little display tables
annoying the shit out of people walking passed
Actors are vacuous headed crawlers
who pretend to be friends with everyone
When they are not working as actors
they’re passing themselves off as comics
When they can’t pass themselves off as comics
they pretend to be spoken word performers
when they can’t pass themselves off as spoken word performers
they become B&DS&M masters or mistresses
When the B&DS&M doesn’t work out they become prostitutes
Some might say they’re always prostitutes no matter what they do
because it’s the actors’ most ancient fall back job before they get their big breaks;
a reoccurring part on Neighbours
When they can’t cut it as prostitutes they’re just out of work actors
As Alfred Hitchcock said, “Actors are cattle”
Well Alfred didn’t get it completely right
Herd animals, yes, but they’re sheep with certificate fives in backstabbing, crawling and deceit
Remove the actors’ costumes and scripts and what do you have left?
Empty shell heads telemarketing with phony Indian accents
Doing decent poor Indians out of jobs
Yet those out of work Indians get blamed for what those actors are doing;
Actors are as fake as soya steaks and I won’t even mention that hideous soya milk
sitting beside the Chinese copy Dalton plates;
funny how thing come full circle isn’t it
(If you don’t get that one then a history lesson is what you’re in need of, mate)
Actors are as phony as Seventies TV sitcom sets
Actors, bloody actors you never know when they’re not acting
Put bullets in all their heads and rid the world of them
And that’ll reduce global warming by two degrees at least
Actors can’t be trusted
They’re actors, mate !

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