Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

Porcupine Tree

Hi. My name is James.
I'm addicted to Porcupine Tree.
The best musicians from everywhere, gathered into one band.
A genuine "suicide squad."

This piece is the best of Rock all in one place.


And if I played drums, I'd quit because of everything that follows 0:08, like 3:25 and 3:57.
Pretty much the whole song.



Yes, I'm well aware the band is no more,
but Steve Wilson is!

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