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8/29/2015 7:14:19 AM
You know, John could say a thing or two, and I have a good mind to let him.
Yeah, perhaps that'd be better.
But a word or two, sure....
Bit of level-headedness. Juxtaposed with Lennon's own rant. Oh it will be.
I already feel him rearing back to pitch a real good bitch on the subject.
Dear Keef Wichards: You Fucking Wish.
But no, the Judges of The Ages,
(who haven't been born yet, so you can't take it up with them yet, haha,
yeah, you get like this hanging around these two Liverpudlians that long)
Have Ruled, You're now an Official Douchebag, Keith Richards.
You overrated self-embalming zombie-ass dude, you.
I'm American Lesley Jane, and I approved this message.
~L
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8/29/2015 7:26:38 AM
Okay, This Is John Speaking With His Voice.
Where to begin with this loveliness?
Okay good point,
Keith you have very little talent AND You're a bloody ingrate.
Ladies and Gentlemen, once upon a time, I ran a band called The BEATLES.
I did, it's in the history books unless the Grand Old South burned them all.
And I don't know if you know any of the history of The Rolling Stones,
because really, life is short, and why would you want to spend
the little you've got delving into that pile of eel pie,
but even that's a clue.... Eel Pie.
Now you see, the rest of the world, knows, that's not food.
We in England, remind ourselves it's English and eat it anyway.
You can ask us, but no matter what we tell you, we ourselves have no idea why.
But anyway, few people realize,
the first actual charted hit for the Rolling Stones,
was given to them, by us. Yes their first hit was, I kid you not,
a Lennon/McCartney record. One we even later on did and released ourselves;
"I Wanna Be Your Man".
yes the one that Ringo sang, you remember some of you.
So, that's why they're ingrateful, now it's come to this?
Look Folks,
What Keith doesn't tell you, in his little missive designed to maybe, maybe
make you give a crap enough to go to a Rolling Bones concert
if they manage to snort up enough bloody cocaine to stand there
for an hour or two,
when he tells you 'Sgt Pepper was rubbish'
and "Her Satanic Majesties wasn't much better..." or whatever
the jack fuck he said,
he isn't reminding you, that we first did Sgt Pepper,
and then, The Rolling Stones did Satanic Majesties...
Get it? They were Imitating Us. And it flopped as far as I'm concerned.
Our record was good, new, different, innovative as hell,
don't even remember how we came up with a lot of it,
but we were tripping our balls off for a lot of it. Well I was.
And you know, if I had to listen to ANYONE bitch about Sgt Pepper,
the one person I WOULD have to sit and listen to in entirety,
wouldn't be a fried-out dried up shite like Keith Goddamned Richards,
it would be Brain Wilson.
He's clearly from another planet, I don't know how he ended up here.
The Beach Boys did an album called Pet Sounds...
maybe Paul caught on to that first, but we all realized it,
"Oh my. Someone's just completely re-written the rules..."
So then, we had to go, well no we couldn't take as much LSD
as Brian Wilson did... He'd actually eaten ALL Of it.
We had to wait for more to be made. But anyway, we got
to seeing what different thing we could come up with.
And got Sgt Pepper.
And then The Rolling Stones made an absolute piece of crap
called "By Her Satanic Majesties' Request" or some utter nonsense.
It's album cover, even looked a goddamn lot like ours.
Always imitating, never initiating.
Fuck you, Richards. Kiss My Dead Ass, mate.
Love and spitballs, ~John Rocklier Than Thou Lennon
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