MORE nu psimians:
- now also on myspace -
The Second Coming (Slouching towards Bethlehem)
(the words are a poem by w b yeats)
[uploaded on 20/3/09]
some more of the culture of the ancient lemurian primates
digitised for the 21st century by simeon the pretender
mp3s
(to download free):-
The Second Coming (Slouching towards Bethlehem) [electric mix]
(same song, more distortion)
[uploaded again on 9/4/09 with extra bass part]
the dumbo massive
('sfunny, nothing gets finished for ages then four songs come along at once)
[uploaded on 10/2/09]
i am real
[also uploaded on 10/2/09]
simeography
[uploaded on 4/12/08]
parallalonoised
(1st nu song uploaded since forever!) [on 13/11/08]
a character disorder
Oh Hairy One (pt.1)
Oh Hairy One (pt.2)
Oh Hairy One (pt.3)
paralysed
life at the CAB [now {finally!} with added! vocals!!!]
some unlock, a beneficiary
simeon the pretender
pretending to have multicoloured skin, white hair and unfashionably large spectacles
simeon says:-
links:-
link to the other Nu Psimians web page
simeon also says:-
.
i heard my darling snarling
the earth is getting flatter .
the crux of the matter
the sharks all shirk .
i scratch my crotch
but the crux of the matter
if, like me, you find that telepathy has been extremely buggy and unreliable
since the end of pre-history,
you can contact Simeon the Pretentious and the Nu Psimians
through the following email address : -
no spam please, we're vegetarian
- [this email address was updated on 28/11/06;
furthurmore, simeon also says:-
this page was coded in HTML™
("HTML™: more incomprehensible than Glaswegian;
more unpronounceable than the secret name of God")
"i used to do some bands when i was unemployed
- you know, the usual sort of thing,
industrial punk, space-rock and ukrainian klezmer ska
- but now i just sit alone in my cubicle at work and channel music into my laptop
(or rather, into a small portable computer) -----
it's really not me who makes this stuff up
- the words and music are dictated to me telepathically
by an ancient race of highly evolved gorillas
- it is possible that they're not actually gorillas,
they may really be chipanzees or orang-utans,
but they do feel very big when they take possession of my mind"
simeon as he really looks when he's not pretending
(photographed while the channelling process
was actually taking place)
"the crux of the matter
as a matter of fact
is that the facts are fucked
and the crux is cracked
the flow got blocked
when the clocks went back
and the quarks are nothing
but the quirks of quacks
and our little stomachs churning
he said i should be earning
some kind of verbal warning
but i found out in the morning
as the cardboard moon was waning
i heard the pitter-patter
of the footprints in the butter
in the snap of a shutter
i don't want to be bitter
but i'm covered up in batter
i couldn't get a sitter
i didn't mean to stutter
my blood is getting better
i didn't mind the clutter
as a matter of fact
is that the facts are fucked
and the crux is cracked
the flow got blocked
when the clocks went back
and the quarks are nothing
but the quirks of quacks
and the sleek get slack
the batch gets botched
and the cakes get cacked
the poles get taxed
and the czechs get chucked
and the pigs get slugged
when the 'lerts relax
and i clutch my maps
the laws are lies
and they all relapse
i fly through the flaws
and i trip their traps
and i try to pretend
we can live on scraps
as a matter as a matter of fact
is that the facts are fucked
and the crux is cracked
the flow got blocked
when the clocks went back
and the quarks are nothing
but the quirks of quacks."
simontlegg#at#googlemail.com - but put "@" not "#at#"
any mail you sent us before that did not arrive]
"i pity the poor passenger
passive as a puppet
in the plots of other people
a pawn in the plans
of the gangsters in governments
the gangsters who hijack planes
and the gangsters in airline corporations
soaring through the heavens like an angel
on the point of falling
yet held aloft by the demonic power
of a technology that has become
a cancer on the face of the earth
a misbegotten foetus
that is destroying the womb which nurtures it
a monstrous child
that has laboured for a thousand years
sawing through the very branch on which it sits
look mum no hands it cries
suspended in space for a triumphant split second
treading the air like mickey mouse
until it realises mother was right all along
and plummets like icarus
when his wax began to wane"