MORE nu psimians:
some more of the culture of the ancient lemurian primates digitised for the 21st century by simeon the pretender


- now also on myspace -



mp3s
(to download free):-

The Second Coming (Slouching towards Bethlehem) (the words are a poem by w b yeats) [uploaded on 20/3/09]
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 as he really looks when he's not pretending (photographed while the channelling process was actually taking place)


simeon also says:-

    "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

    .

    i heard my darling snarling
    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

    the earth is getting flatter
    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

    .

    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

    the sharks all shirk
    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

    .

    i scratch my crotch
    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

    but the crux of the matter
    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.
    "


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 : -
simontlegg#at#googlemail.com - but put "@" not "#at#"

no spam please, we're vegetarian

- [this email address was updated on 28/11/06;
any mail you sent us before that did not arrive]



furthurmore, simeon also says:-

    "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
    "


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