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John bonham

Bob calvert the poet and swazzle of Hawkwind.

Then there was that aircrash.

Not far from me is a plaque marking the spot where Eddie Cochran died in a car crash in 1960.They still have a festival in Chippenham in his memory.

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No way scep John Waynes not dead

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Yeh your probably right terry. All 3 of the original line up are dead now.

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Jim Morrison, Richey Edwards.

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Yes ive heard about that rogue, gawd ive only got 3 years to go :lol:

I wonder what Jimi would be doing now if he was alive, prob lead guitarist with girls aloud :wink:

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Yeh just checked it your right.

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I was at my docs the other week with the pox and he asked how many i smoked, i said 30, he said what a day, i said no an hour :shock:

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Is he dead then?

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Ive decided to send a small package up Yorkshire way as a present for your anniversary.Please find enclosed a list of books that i have hunted long and hard for and i hope you will cherish them in the coming years.

Orienteering for beginners……anon
How to dance like Certy….A.C. Sadness
A bouquet of barbed wire…A Newman
A life of crime…Robin Banks
Policing in the 21st century..Laura Norder
A history of Swindon town FC..Lee Gleeders
Your thoughts…Penny Foram
Modern windows..Patty O dors

As the Cuban author Xavier Self once said “Have fun”

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“Candidate”

I’ll make you a deal, like any other candidate

We’ll pretend we’re walking home ’cause your future’s at stake
My set is amazing, it even smells like a
street
There’s a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall “I smell the blood of les tricoteuses”
Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I’m having so much fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up

Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you’d never been seen
But there’s a shop on the corner that’s selling papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
“I want you! I need you! Anyone out there?
Any time?”
Tres butch little number whines “Hey dirty, I want you
When it’s good, it’s really good, and when it’s bad I go to pieces”
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church with the door ajar
Well, I guess we’ve must be looking for a different kind

But we can’t stop trying ’til we break up our minds
Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright

I guess we could cruise down one more time

With you by my side, it should be fine

We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band

Then jump in the river holding hands

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