UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

Joe

Joe hoards and shares.

You may also like...

4 Responses

  1. the doctor says:

    ‘wonky?”that’s such a british word to use!-but i do hope you feel better

  2. Joe Kidd says:

    Much better today. went to a clinic nearby and got anti-biotic pills and some nasal-drops. will be functioning well again tomorrow. am sure of that!

  3. izzat says:

    Errr i think i caught a glimpse of what ricecooker might look like after the facelift and i must say that it looked good considering the wonky head and all. Kudos. There was this caption under the site banner about blood and bamboo kids or something. Is that yours or cited, joe? i asked because i like.

    i’d like to say hi to the doctor too. hi!

  4. Joe Kidd says:

    hi izzat! how’s monsoon eh? is it still going? Now that kojak’s back in kuantan the band should be rockin! Also heard that the Enslaved Chaos exs were getting back together (san the good Doc of course). is this true? am very “teruja”!

    anyway, the glimpses were just glimpses of me doing a face lift to ricecooker – experimenting with themes and tweakings. You will see a lot of more of them the next few days until I “puas hati”.

    As for the quote: “lemme tell you abot your blood, bamboo kids, it ain’t coca-cola, it’s rice” is from The Clash’s Straight to Hell.

    STRAIGHT TO HELL

    If you can play on the fiddle
    How’s about a British jig and reel?
    Speaking King’s English in quotation
    As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
    In the generation
    Clear as winter ice
    This is your paradise

    There ain’t no need for ya
    Go straight to hell boys

    Y’wanna join in a chorus
    Of the Amerasian blues?
    When it’s Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
    Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
    See me got photo photo
    Photograph of you
    Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
    Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
    Lemme tell ya ’bout your blood bamboo kid.
    It ain’t Coca-Cola it’s rice.

    Straight to hell
    Oh Papa-san
    Please take me home
    Oh Papa-san
    Everybody they wanna go home
    So Mamma-san says

    You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
    On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
    In Parkland International
    Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
    Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
    and rat poison
    The volatile Molatov says-

    PSSST…
    HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA…
    VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
    FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

    Go straight to hell

    Can you really cough it up loud and strong
    The immigrants
    They wanna sing all night long
    It could be anywhere
    Most likely could be any frontier
    Any hemisphere
    No man’s land and there ain’t no asylum here
    King Solomon he never lived round here

    Go straight to hell boys

    ==============

    Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya, Izzat. Salam to the ol’ vanguards of the Kuantan hey-days!!

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.