WoodenSpoon

Here is an item recently recovered from the Scrivener Street archive.

Nothing less than the original lyrics to Slam Dancer.

Written by Ken (and the rest of the band?) during one of the ballroom sessions of the Suspect Mushrooms. The lineup at the time was Moore, Curry, Barrass and Pratt. The year would have been 1991.

I’m pretty sure that “180″ stands for 180 beats per minute. “A63″ may be a drum kit code or a harmonica label.

It was a catchy little song that got a few people’s toes tapping; one sometimes heard snatches of it sung after performances. I’ve altered the words a little to accord with my recollection of how they were actually sung.

Born in a storm that made me cry;
They couldn’t stop it.
I was christened in a font of my father’s vomit.
Raised in a shack - I wore a dog collar.
I aint no saint, I aint no scholar

[chorus:]
Now I’m back (wo-oh)
Back in black
Wo-oh: SLAMDANCER
Wo-oh: SLAMDANCER

Doubt trout doubt spout Doubt doubt doubt
My right eye offended me so I gouged it out
I like music and I like it fast
Aint got not future. Aint got no past

[chorus]

Coming soon: some drawings and the infamous “choreBase”, which was the inspiration to “shitBase”. Sadly, the latter has not yet been recovered from the archive.

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