An interesting start to the week
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If only I could plug you all into my head. Then you would enjoy all the wonderful articles I intend to write, but never do. It's not that I don't want to, it's just hard sometimes. Sometimes the laptop is too far away from my hands. Sometimes I'm too tired. Sometimes I'm too pissed.

For example I was going to do a whole article about how South Africa's Rugby First Team, The Springboks, beat The Earth this weekend. And, in particular, I wanted to focus on the incredible number of blowjobs that 19-year-old Francois Steyn must be getting, being one of our hottest players. Look, it won't be as many as Goldfish get after their gigs, but keep in mind that there are two guys in Goldfish. Good work, Francois.

It's blowjob city, and Francois is the mayor

But I didn't have the strength to do a WHOLE article on that, so I thought I would focus on something else. Yesterday's rain (don't tell the ex-pats) caused a cancellation of McCully Workshop's concert at Kirstenbosch. Not only were we starved of being entertained by South Africa's original rock stars, but we also missed out on a cover they had apparently rehearsed - Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues. A powerhouse song which McCully would have cleaned up. And so, this morning, I bring you the lyrics:

Nights in White Satin
by The Moody Blues

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you, (POWER)
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

And for those of you who know the bizarre monologue at the end of the song - here it is:

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com
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