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Noddy's House
02:17
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Memories of Cleveland's hills. Down the way to the obelisk of James Cook. Climb to the summit of Odin's Hill and settle down to hear tales of Noddy's House.
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Bare Jokes
04:14
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Ada's Bairns
Drive on Seany, down B roads, round bottle necks. Drive on. Heed not the thump, the crunch or the shriek. Don't brake. Do not get out of the car. Put back that jack. Don't hit that cat. It doses lazily by the roadside. It needs no release. It has no misery. Let it be. Drive on Seany ignorant of old Ada's wails. She can't hear your regret as she scrapes up squished Bill and bludgeoned Ben's entrails.
Roger
Our dog chuffed at the back door. The neighbour's rabbit hangs limp from his jaws. "Shit you little bastard. How do we sort this?" "Make out it's death was naturally caused." "Wash off all that muck. Give the dog a clip. Return it to it's hutch, quick." "Shit, I hope this works." "We'd better sort it now, before they get back from work." Later on the owner came round. White as our murderous hound. "What's the matter Jill? You look like shit." "Remember our poor dead rabbit? Well some sick fuck has dug it up, washed it, combed it and tucked it up nice and cosy in it's old hutch."
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General Sherman
02:48
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It lays in what I want. I want it. That flowing cloth. Technicolour and smooth. My impulse blinds me. My senses guide me. I'll not be denied. I'll have my prize. Red rage rise.
The eyes. The eyes spark terror in mine. Wrap it tight in this cloth. Hold it close. My child. It's skin is smooth to the touch. Why rage the heathen furiously? Here, here. There. All, any, everything. Take all but give me my babe.
When the madness subsided and the last groans were silenced. The heathen strolled, satisfied, through the human debris. Glancing down, he kicked away a limb, revealing the cloth the cloth he'd earlier coveted. Inspecting it casually, he let it fall to the floor. He scanned the perimeter before losing interest and returning to the tribe.
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Sweet Spot
02:06
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One in ten at best but still we grunt and lunge and thrust. A fluid motion. A kinetic explosion. Feels mmm nom nom. A brief electric dose of yum. And a gooooaaaalazio put it in, put it in. King of the world. I am a man you know. Peasants gaze on and appreciate my massive talent. Want more? Come get some. Eeeuugh.
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General Sherman Middlesbrough, UK
General Sherman are a group of five friends from Middlesbrough. Utilising guitars, violin, keys, glockenspiel, ukulele, percussion and flute they make unusual, warm folk music. They tackle topics such as murderous family pets, insecurity, the life of a tree, Cleveland’s hills, nostalgia, why heathens rage furiously and striking a ball well. ... more
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