christmas concert on venus by briano alliano




hi dudes and welcome to venus where we are celebrating christmas in a big way

and our first song is, santa brian is coming to town

ya better watch out ya better not cry

ya better be good cause i am telling you why

santa brian is coming to town

ya see he’s making a list and checking it twice

finding out what kids are naughty or nice

santa brian is coming to town

brian see you when he’s sleeping

he knows when your awake

gotta make everybody be bad or good

so be good for goodness sake

santa brian is coming to town

ya better party on like ya never going to stop

the beat will go bop pity bop bop bop

santa brian is coming to town

ya see my mate bing crosby, is alive in all our hearts

and then your mate brian allan does a really big ****

ya better watch out and keep the party going strong

party like the day is long

santa brian oh santa brian is coming to town boppity boo

and the next song is


         Stop dreaming of a white Christmas cause here is too **** hot


You see I believe the North Pole is
Great and has a lot of penazz oh yeah
And Robbie roe decided to host his
Own Christmas bash with a BBQ and beer oh yeah come on
And then Martin pence bought
100 cases of the most expensive
Wine money can buy
And his 12 year old son
Said what about the coke dad oh yeah
You see it"s ****** hot and you have for a drink so what about us
Kids we need coke, oh yeah
And Martin prince said to his son
That we will have enough coke
Oh yeah cute cause it's hot
And we need to cool ourselves down
So stop dreaming of a white Christmas cause it!'s too **** hot
And on the day of Christmas Eve it hit 37 degees and we didn't feel like doing much let alone the preparation of the party so what we did is have a
5 hour dip in the swimming pool oh yeah carn Christmas spirit right out of me, oh yeah come on dudes
And the kids kept on jumping on us
Leaving us sore but at least we were having a nice dip in the pool to cool ourselves down do we can get ready for the party oh yeah mate yeah
So stop dreaming of a white Christmas cause it's too **** hot you see you see with pretty great
Mountains  and candy cane fountains  so stop dreaming of a white Christmas csuse it's too **** hot for that too **** stop dreaming of a white Christmas cause it's too **** hot for that
The kids are playing backyard cricket yeah and the men came out
To have a hit and the ladies are in
There swearing as they cook the bird
But the ladies have an agreement
That the kids and men all do the cleaning up and talk about the sports whilst doing that
So stop dreaming of a white Christmas cause dudes
It's too **** hot too **** hot
Too **** hot for that
No white Christmases in Australia pal




       Summer weather

You see it's the summer weather
The barbecues are being cooked so well yeah
And the swimmers at the beach
are swimming between flags avoiding the sharks
And those crazy surfers as they surf with Santa
they drop off at the night club
to order a pina calada, yeah, that sure keeps us cool
You see it's summer weather
And you sun bake on the beach yeah
put on heaps of suncream, so cancer don’t strike, yeah yeah yeah
You see it's the summer weather
My poppy came out with a nice beer
And my two kids bobby and Toby had a coke
and they enjoyed that a lot
You see it takes away the hot, especially in ice
And it is great in the summer weather
Cause our drinks keeps us cool
You see it's the summer weather
The cricket and baseball is a playing
You see the players take about 5 hours to move oh yeah
And we see these players stand around forever
And in late of summer is the summer of tennis
watching the best players from around the world
and afterwards they go to the pub and celebrate
we say it's the summer weather cause those drinks keeps us cool
it’s the summer weather, the end of another year yeah
we lay the fireworks on the beach
so the lightshow, will be great
as midnight approaches we yell HAPPY NEW YEAR and then we say
what great summer weather, out champagne sure, keeps us cool


and now dudes we are going to sing away in a manger


away in a manger

no crib for a bed

the little lord buddha

l;ays down his sweet head

the stars in the bright sky

look down where he lays

the little lord buddha asleep on the hay

the cattle are lowing

buddha awakes

but the little lord buddha

no crying he makes

i love the lord buddha

as i look down from the sky

and stay by his bedside

till morning is nigh

be near me lord buddha

i ask thee to stay

close by me forever

i love thee to stay

bless all the dear children

under thy tender care

and fit us for nirvana

to live with thee there


    Summer wonderland



The beer is chilling in the esky
Abc the BBQ is nice and hot yeah
And the kids are playing with their presents oh yeah that sounds real rad
And the swimming pool is being cleaned by your father and you can't swim in it cause the pool claurine
Can **** you well
You see we are running around
Up up and down
In a summer wonderland
You see Johnny Butthead and
Micheal Kenny and Robbie roe
And Kenny gee gee
And the superman of the heavens
Brings us nice weather and that makes us feel great yeah
Walking around singing a song
Walking in a summer wonderlsnd
On the beach we all made a sand castle and buried uncle Robbie
In the sand and then as he called
Out come on ya bludgers
Give us adults a ****** hand
You see when Robbie got out of that
He jumped around the beach
I was buried in sand
And yeah mate yeah I understand
Walking along singing a song
Living in a summer wonderland




my next christmas song is joy to the world, here goes


joy to the world

the lord is come

let the christmas party shine

let everyone party on

and let heaven and nirvana sing

let heaven and nirvana sing

let heaven and nirvana and nirvana sing

joy to the world

the saviour reigns

and party right till the end

let everyone prepare him room

let all buddhas creatures grow

let buddhas creatures grow

let everyone belonging to buddha

let the spirit really grow

party on every night

   A cold for Christmas means PARTY PARTY


Oh yeah on the first day of XMAS
My coke bottle said to me
Buy a coke at the supermarket oh yeah
On the second day of  XMAS my coke bottle said to me get your cousin in the USA a present and a nice card to boot
On the third day of XMAS
My coke bottle said to me
How about inviting all out friends over for a slap up XMAS party dude
On the third day of XMAS my coke bottle said to me I need to give my
Grandmother some rioses to put in a vase on your toilet
On the fourth day of XMAS my coke bottle said to me  slam me down ya
Get ready to lift ya party spirits right till the day is long
On the fifth day of Christmas
My coke bottle said to me
How about we see the arrival of
Santa in the big Christmas parade in
Out gracious city
On the sixth day of Christmas
My coke bottle said to me
Yeah we need to give Tom and Benny a hand with the annual Christmas lights ok outside his house how delightful dude
On the seventh day of Christmas
My coke bottle said to me
Give Australia a present by booting
Abbott out oh yeseree
On the eighth day of XMAS my coke
Bottle said to me
How about you see the kids play in their Christmas play
On the ninth day of XMAS my coke bottle said to me how about a nice bit of bourbon in me to lift the family's spirit oh yeseree
On the tenth day of XMAS
My coke bottle said to me
How about we go to the nightclub
And party all night my dear old friend old pal
On the eleventh day my coke bottle gave to me a new clear head to get normal visions rather than stupid
Allan family delusions I know they help but ha ha ha
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My coke bottle gave to me
A lot of information saying coke is still a medicine don't listen to skeptics they are too much into the real world yeah on every day of Christmas my coke bottle said
No matter what ya do drink plenty of me I will make you XMAS sweet


ok dudes briano alliano says merry christmas

Who knows, when His Watch will tell you the Truth
And reveal the Sins he refused to Pour
Mostly when the Priest he tries to Conduce
When in Practice their Ripe Karma does Sour
How you Dive and Resist at the same time
Mostly on Cards you purse and refuse Face
Even if they show Numbers worth in-Line,
If not from the Isles are locked in Disgrace
Yet the Wheel-Friend still refuses this Fact
And tries to re-file this False Document
Even at-risk to be billed a Blackheart,
Booting that supposed Good Sentiment.
Daily, no pause, fold my hands for your Health
If you find Creepy, not my loss of Wealth.

Booting…booting…booting
Power on
Channel change
Weave through channels
Comical in a moment
Historical in the next
Melodramatic then bold
Tailor made for for the masses
Everyone has a channel they like
And I tune to all

But what when alone?
No channel to choose
A dark reflective screen
Replays a dark mien
I am a TV
For you to watch
Delicately balanced
Too easy to botch

I read but can't remember
the characters
and or
in what order.

BIOS,
that's who I am
clogged up with redirects
string code and spam.

A sometime module in
a bigger module
misunderstanding it
for a mid life crisis

But I'm bits and bytes and
hot serrations in
sweaty nights on cold glass
screens.

I post this in the hope that
out there
there is someone
to help me
cope,
Is there?

The logic gate
stops to wait
and then a green
light flashes go.

The king wears Doc Martins
For booting tardy servants
And the servants grovel meekly
Whilst planning dire retribution
Come the day, you old *******
Come the glorious day

The queen is in the bike shed
Letting down random tyres
Throwing stones through windows
To while away the hours
Oh! the trial of royal boredom
With a castle and pointed towers

The princess lives in the highest tower
And spits on passers by below
Sometimes she uses a catapult
To fire cats at nearby nobles
And the nobles mutter curses
Whilst bowing so very low

But now that it's Christmas time
And the royals anticipate gifts
But the royal tree hides nothing, you see
Because these things are never missed
And the sleigh did not stay
And Santa did not call

                                       By Phil Roberts

Am I the only person you’ve ever seen w/ dreads? Are you so stuck in your hometown preconceived notions that I just can’t wash my own head? Let me just clear this up for you right now.. I don’t like reggae..
I didn’t catch your stares down the first freezer aisle at the grocery store last week but I heard that there was some nodding, some pointing & some laughing.. Thanks.. you’ve just given me another reason to not want to be like you..
Open your mind, open your mouth, I’ll answer anything you want to know..regardless of how many times I’ve already been asked before… I’d rather educate than segregate your thoughts even more.. but if you choose to keep your mind closed, make sure your mouth follows closely behind..

you see, life is a puzzle, and I’ve always felt like the missing piece… I remember being seventeen and refusing to dream.. I remember lonely nights in basement bedrooms, blue walls echoed what was in my heart at the time… I remember the ultimate Zen disaster, I was then my own master of a melancholic destiny, my weapon of choice, silver sharpness, five times (at least..) & before sleep, hand on stomach, stomach in head, head somewhere so far away..

fast forward:

one of my best friends asked me the other day, “what’s your definition of beauty?” It took me ten whole minutes to come up with the world’s most generic answer.. a decade ago, I blamed society for bending my brain into thinking I was too plain and why can’t I be like all the skinny girls you see on the screen?!  A decade later, I know it’s just me.. it’s my thoughts, sometimes rotting, corroding my soul (they say..) and if I can’t see the beauty in myself, how come I can see it in everyone, and everything else..?! I just programmed my mind to see things that way..

things are slowly changing, I’m re-arranging all the wires, re-booting my hard driven mind..
I owe it to myself to have a tomorrow free of sorrow because life IS a fast lane & won’t wait for me to catch up to that last departing train toward freedom.. I have to get there on my own, leave my home & choose the best path (it’s always the one less travelled though..)

so you might ask why I’ve written this…

I wrote this for you, summer niece or nephew… please know way in advance that beauty is not a reflection in a tv screen, but in your own bathroom, or bedroom mirror… it’s you and you alone.. Bukowski was right.. “your life is your life, know it while you got it..”

I wrote this for you, my little sister… to repay you for never leaving my side when I fell head first into poverty, property has no measure in your heart… never lose your spark..

I wrote this for you mom & dad..  through the highways & the hallways that changed over the years.. during those couple of trips to the medicine cabinet.. I knew I could never leave you guys behind no matter what clouded my mind..

I wrote this for my bestfriends that I have who shine…for Jeremiah, Bee, Sarah, Tonya, and Pam they’re the ones, according to Kerouac “who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..”

Booting Up with or with out you . . .

Retrieving my Life . . .

Relinquish Bad Sectors . . .

Formatting Hatred . . .

Partitioning Space and Time . . .

Installing New System . . .

Restarting System failures . . .

Loading my Pieces together. . .

Starting new Stupidity . . .

Waiting for another Connection . . .

Synchronize with another System. . .

Error Starting to Fail System . . .

SYSTEM INFECTED . . .

SYSTEM CORRUPTION . . .

. . .

THEN THE CYCLE REPEATS . . .

Until Found a SYSTEM Called...

L.O.V.E...


-----------------------------------------­-
Norfhel V. Ramirez
February 21 2011 / 4:42PM

Party time beer and wine
Party time, like all the time
Getting drunk and fall to the ground
Getting drunk all over the town
Party time having a lot of fun
Party time booting conservos up the ***
Party party party is what I like to do
Party time waiting for Seinfeld to come back on
Party time ready to have a laugh what's wrong
Party time boy do you pong
Especially when you put the same pants you wore for about 8 days
Party time getting drunk on beer
Party time getting drunk on wine
Party time having a little whine
Party party party is what I like to do every day and night
Party on without a fight
Party time enjoy your life

uprooting
taking a booting
taken up outer
up ou'chere
going over yonder
pandering and panicking for
places to sit and ponder
to launder thoughts
to squander whats bought

im not enjoying this
im back where i started
what i WANTED was to get away from this place
what i GOT was this place
and its different
smaller
you get what you pay for

i pay for nothing because
i cannot afford anything
some might call it bitterness
it is called fact. fact
some might say it is a gesture
of love to take me
into loving arms
arms so mothering
smothering

not me
not for me
not best for me
i want out and i get
deeper in

Half awake, half asleep,
I was into my second cup of tea,
immersed in my newspaper in front.

Suddenly I sense something on my side
Panicking, I pulled myself out of sleep,
only to witness a small spider bungee jumping.

My brain was still booting from the sleep,
The operating system hadn't loaded yet.
So, grabbed a paper and sent it flying elsewhere!

** ** **...it laughed as it vanished,
No clue when I will see it again, Hopefully,
Next time I meet, I will be fully awake!

©Bharathi Devi

Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.

We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.

And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.

I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.

I see you everyday...
I stare into your beautiful eyes...
But I get nothing back...
By now it should be no surprise...
You're an addiction gone wrong...
Here I sit...
Singing the same old song...
How do I let go of what I love?...
It's tearing me apart...
****** she wrote...
Your hand fits the glove...
This back & forth remedy has really gotten to me.
You chose to be alone, so let me bow out quietly.
I'm not in it for thrill...
I’d rather sit back and chill.
Next time you want to talk to me don't.
You're no good for me.
So be done trying, because I won't...try anymore...
size 13 booting your *** out the door.
So long. ****. Be gone.
By the time you see the light...
it's already been way past dawn

All we got, it seems we have lost
     We must have really paid the cost...

                                  Bob Marley

Jacob Zuma, Julius Malema
Beat your chests, inflame your jungle.
All the world observes the mayhem
while your poor policemen bungle.

Rage impulses uncontrolled,
Cages open in your zoo;
On to shopping malls. Your cadres
Acted as directed to.

South Africa is not our world.
Red rainbows never end in gold.
A cloud of global witnesses
are watching. Let your woes unfold.

This is Londonn.com where the cons rule the roost, boosting cool cars and booting up gear.

You want to learn?
then learn how to fear.

This is Londonn.com where the Babylon fly, Londonn.com where the poor kids die
on the street.

Silver foil, silvered knives, snorting up and snuffing out lives, this is Londonn.com and you'd better beware.

multi-physicality tight-assed blue jeans
cleavage like two headlights on an old
Cadillac smiling as if she swallowed
all the tequila in  Brazil
hips swaying left around right
into my dizzy thoughts
right there in my living room
I get my sway on
cowboyed booting kick over the
coffee table
swear ****** and she giggles
wiggles close closer still and
we dance vertical so good!
party, y'all!

An entire gang of working fellows,
have the world,
at the end of their toes,
hearts get broken,
then get fixed,
in the flash of a moment,
one huge kick,
some sound,
just a little thick,
but they're not,
they are shrewd,
know how to make their money,
booting a bag of cold air around,
inflated *****,
Egos flying,
world cup,
en route,
rather trying,
t.v's overtaken,
only way to please the boys.
(C) Livvi

It's when you forget how to fly that the **** hits the fan.
but to fly you need wings.

when
the unicorn sings and
the buffalo brings in
fresh milk
and the silk in the wind
flutters under and
out through
the trees,

these
are the flights that will
soar in your eyes.

I am glad that I saw
men walk on the Moon,
but
now some want to say
that it never happened or
Elvis lives in Tooting
booting up a bag or two
with Fu Man and who
believes that?

when the air's so thin and
you can't fit in or the
wings won't fit the sky
you've got to try
try
try
oh
that's almost a mantra
a cockney
Eddie Cantor

ask Dickens,
or Darwin
evolution's
a shoo in
and we're busy
gluing the wings
to our backs.

Every afternoon on their way back
from school, they get a ball
and start booting it
across the park opposite
my house,

****** crimson ties slack around their necks,
black uniform untucked.
Kim comes at half three,
asks if I’m doing ‘all right’?
Not bad.

An episode of Minder’s on the box,
teeth popping globes of green
grapes bought when in town.
Then, an electrocution,
a name.

Ted. His features start to swim in my head.
Next week marks fifteen years.
He used to play once.
Striker. He’d score a belter.
I’d cry.

Like a flight of thousands,
Innocents in their innocence,
Through seas and lands,
By our our hands we made them
Pilot.
Conscious and sane,
Whey flew us with hidden plot,
The sky speak to us.

The whom we trust,
Called to serve us,
They made us carry their cross.

Like fortress with self-destruct,
And when it goes, they never go down
With it,
They, they are corrupt!
Channel golds and pearls beneath.

They sabotage our economy,
Made us peasant,
They sabotage you and me!
They want every pleasant.

Unfaithful masters,
I charge of faithful servants,
With their bad characters.

Looting things for their unborn generations,
The have no heart,
Booting our generations,
But will they say after earth?

Father!
My daughter called,
When shall be free?
When will we eat on the
Dining table

Platinum tusks of fur heaping in front of me
Guide me down a path
Which I conceal with maple leaves
As I walk down the jarred path
It leads to a bed of flowers
Covered in a blanket of gold

I am numb, drunk of greed and rage
yet it alleviates my pain
I take seat
My senses tingle as the aromas linger
The incessant perfume, ever so piercing
Caressing my nostrils

I regain consciousness
however, memory crannies obstruct
as these final words echo through my brain

Mellow rustling was heard in the distance, I look around
A wolf on the prowl met my eye as we converse
Without talking
For the gander we took at each other spoke many words.
We remained in silence, but I understood
I stood up and followed

As if we were floating
The elegance of each step taken was riveting
Leaves dancing around me, performing their ballet
Moving seamlessly along with the wind
Of which I felt neither

I followed it past the withered remnants of branches and trees
Critters scatter amongst the landscape
A truly idyllic experience
As it stops at a lake - it is violet
For a moment, the illusion of beauty got the better of me
As I stand and gaze aimlessly in the distance

I take notice around me
Nothing
I stare in the water
The sky is dull, sepia tones
Thunderstruck, darkness
I awaken

In front of me lies but a carcass and rotten flesh
Amongst a bed of thorns
I lost connection

Revalualating...
Booting...

In the silence a noise approaches my ear
I look around. Darkness
Any scream for help is responded to with silence

Rebooting...

Bludgeoned puppets with broken smiles
Guide me down a path, disintegrating,
Once before, vivid colours dulled
Once before, nature rose and defied
The might of the earth, blooming in the sun
It reeks of pollen, I sway
The sense of disgust fills my nose
As visions and visions filled my head

A candle light
My vision clouds



Nothing

Booting up,
Blue screen
Press enter to accept default settings
Body; female, almost adult
The background is a picture of you holding my puppy
And the table is cluttered in the way it always was before we cleaned it so mom would have somewhere to put her feet up
I put the camera down because photos are just pixels and I can never have this moment back
My dad is singing about Caroline and the miners and the puppy sings along
He tries to chase the cat and gets a scratch on his nose
I walk through the glass door onto the porch and the shocking reality of the wood on my bare feet reminds me that I’m staring at a computer screen

Restart
Enter password, incorrect
Reset, password too weak, can’t hold onto memories for you
Every once in awhile, the white noise of the public pools plays in my head
And the smell of sunscreen sunburns and I’m not listening to my parents
It sounds like the successful login jingle
I think I know that girl over there, but I’m not sure
I mostly play alone
How has nobody noticed how cold this water is?

Error, Corrupt file
My dad sits with his computer out at the campground looking at google earth
I can’t remember anything he ever said about it but I feel the mosquito bites
I think my body is a dot to dot that someone did when they were bored at the diner
And I’m sorry if they skipped a few and I ended up piecemeal
Maybe my dad has something for it in the medical kit

Error, out of storage space
The essay needs to be saved so the pictures get deleted
I’m almost through when I see you holding my puppy
See your eyes meet mine
See my own feet on the hard ground
I’m more aware of my chipped nail polish and the space in between my toes
It think these floor stains are ours
I think this will never be my room again
I think my bed is imaginary
I think my mind is a photograph

Error, event already occurred
Cannot reconstruct file
Cannot help you fill in all the gaps
Cannot tell you what is missing
Cannot let you hold your puppy

I haven't heard the owls for aeons
and if you're wondering,
aeons are years, very long ones.

No hooting or tooting
or booting up ******,
ha
well this piece hit rock bottom
before I could say,
Jack Robinson.

glad I ain't heard the owls though.

It'd be easy
to go back
to booting up,
shooting up,
far too easy
but
I have never liked
the easy options in life,
always took the harder way
looked the other way
and fell away
to fail each day,

oh!
you might exclaim,
how lame of him.

I won't go back to
being sick again,
I only need to look at
number ten
to see how sick
things really are.

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