the right to shout fuck
.. so far ok, I’ve got the title.
three hundred and fifty-five out of mind piss farts roaming through the Sydney canyons shouting fuck the whole night long,
The song of sydney. The right to shout fuck.
… but never at a copper, or within his earshot,
because if you do you my son,
you will be gone, like a shot.
so all the best.
and thank you henry lawson.
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Oh how you make me smile at times Pete…Happy New Year ‘fuck’ [oh I just realised how that looks]…but I’ll leave it anyways….
and to you Jo, maybe it would look better in caps .. and in bold, and out loud.
You might be right about that pete…
Henry Lawson ,Fuck.
Is the right to shout fuck more or less important than the right to remain silent?
What is the point of shouting just “fuck”? Fuck who? (da gubmint) Fuck what? (if you don’t know then “what the fuck” would be appropriate) How? (fast and repeatedly) Where? (ouch, that’s gotta hurt)
See, you need to add some color to make it worth the price of admission.
Overheard in a Mexico City cantina directed at a ref after a disputed call in the 1994 World Cup ” Chinga su madre (yo momma) por el “*” (duh) en quinto velocidad (fifth gear)”
being silent is being sober, shouting fuck is being pissed … being pissed is shouting fuck, thinking is not an active participant in the process. tigers growl, lions roar, elephants trumpet, eagles scream, sharks grunt, santana plays jingo, the necks play long, brubeck invented 3:4:3, fripp invented eno, davis invented stoned jazz, wild dogs don’t bark, crows curse, snakes bite, jaco played bass .. and all things come to an end.