hi folks
im sorry this is late, im sorry for the drums and odd parts..
in fact the whole mix is all over the place
but i think ive got the spirit of it and if i posted it any later...
hope you enjoy it..
the synopsis..
CHASM OF REGRETjames is waking with the dreads in a high rise hotel, somewhere oriental.
it kept happening lately, he’s tired, worn out and not one of the scented mealy mouth bastards would notice the coded desperate signals of a gentlemans life going down the pan, drowning under the weight of his past, like bricks around his feet guaranteeing the seabed any time soon...and one day his slate grey socks would rise to the surface, carried by doves to a beautiful home by the seaside..STOPIT STOPIT..
lately it was - james’ll sort that, james ‘ll do this..loves it does james...!
fucking spare wheel, thats all he was..pump him up get you home...
he just cant face saving the world, again.. fucksake how many more times ?
he dreams of working in sainsburys, cheese counter or biscuit section, going home to a birds eye chicken dinner and his Bullseye videos.
hes at the end of his tether, pacing the deep pile, tweed jimjams, the rash wasnt getting any better.... what the feck was happening..
the phone rang.
no this is not danial fucking craig...!
he slammed down the reciever and slumped into himself, defeated..
his toupe was on the draining board laid out like a dead thing, his special watch and an assortment of pills and lotions in a boots bag on the bedside table. where where his good socks ?
since becoming a vegan he’d seen the world differently, lost a lot of tosserterone or whatever moneypenny called it and the air was different these days...
he thought of deirdre, back in time, she’d become a nun and later joined the taliban, he ended up shooting her with an anti tank missile and..
‘it was war. no it wasnt .. it would have been...yes your right...of course..’
he didnt know...
his head weighed a ton on its own this morning, the crash helmet didnt help but these days he took every possible precaution, anxious, upset tummy.. .wasnt the half of it, if they only knew..
he was pleased with the st pauls thing, he’d spent months working on it, knitted it extra large size with a polo neck so the head would pop through the dome. it was quite striking he thought and that bit of extra room would allow him to carry more nefarious technical nonsense and some emergency nivea strapped to his person..
'still a devious bastard though eh ? ' the bond smirk ..
‘what a pullover..’ a smile at last.
he was just settling down watching father ted dubbed in manturian when there was a polite knock on his hotel room door.
‘room service ‘
it was Bliss, his pink pekanese warrior droiddog. her tiny whirring legs trotted convincingly tho mechanically into the room..
Good evening Bliss said James warmly.
Bliss spun round twice and hopped onto the sofa, vinyl tongue wagging, waving, eager..
Bond hated the little fucker..
http://soundcloud.com/nooms-1/chasm-of-regret-bond-theme/s-7dGb4CHASM OF REGRET
the world is not enough, for the diamonds who love me,
you just cant russia with love and be thunderball
a quantum of solace or whatever that means,
i was the man with the golden gun and dr no no no no
ill never get to heaven, my reputation as oo7, they wont let them in
you and your golden eye, the lonely live twice,
a moonraker over pinewood walls , skyfall
looked like rain said james as he draw back the blinds,
lights flash across the hong kong skyline
bleak and mawdling, eyes heavy as lead,
dead spiders and snakes all over his bed
and burys his head in his hands
the world is not enough, for the diamonds who love me,
you just cant russia with love and be thunderball
the world is not enough, whatever that means,
i was the man with the golden gun and dr no no no no
