Re: Article: Cardiff - Motorpoint Arena (Mar.18, 2015) post-show
Crankfraud, the peta force are
Kicking their way inside my house
And saying it's ok to eat the cheese
Eat their cheese eat the cheese.
Benny-the-British-Butcher ������
Possible New Setlist: Song #1
"Cheese Panini is me, a Vegan I'll never be
I entered Cardiff, and the gougons entered me
Until Brum, when Born to Harangue rushes the stage, and... teaches me a lesson
As I live on cheese, that my cook grilled for me, that my cook grilled for me
Yes I walk around...this...town... and it didn't even fill me! It didn't even fill me!
So prepare me some more, what's another dairy cow's life for?
Biscotti with cheese is me, the cheese especially is..... tasty!
I'll enter Birmingham, and Born to Harangue will be waiting for me
With an armful of dairy products, to help me realise what I've done
As I live on cheese....
There's no point saying this again, to the dairy cows there is no point saying this again: but I will milk you! I will milk you! Because I'm a gluttonous hypocrite who can't kick the habit - I will milk you!"
Song #2
"The show in Birmingham will be the dangerous one, a bread and cheese roll across the collarbone.
Security guard! Security guard! Save me from... the buttered rolls, and the grated cheese, and the other things he flings."
Song #3
"This dairy cow is pregnant for the last time!
So will someone snatch her calf away, if you'd be so kind?
We're so glad that you're - finally lactating!
But when you stop being able to produce, then we'll want someone new
And we'll have someone new, we don't blame you...
But we'll clobber and dispose of you, as soon as we get the chance to."
I can no longer listen to the music. Every Morrissey album cover transmogrifies before my eyes into Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother cover. The credits to Morrissey and the Band metamorphose into Dairy Cow and the Calves. The music is drowned out by a chorus of hundreds of heifers whining which haunts every song from his 32 year body of work. By listening to the music I was unwittingly okaying his cheese consumption, which my conscience no longer permits me to do. It's over. I'm adopting a zero tolerance policy from here on out. Meat is Murder therefore Milk is Murder, Morrissey consumes Milk therefore Morrissey is Murder.
Anybody who continues to listen to the music, and attends the concerts where Cheese Paninis are served up as 'food', needs to have a long hard look at themselves. Are you content to be complicit in Murder? Ask yourselves that. I'm asking you. Explain to me how it's justifiable. You might as well slit a calf's throat and suck the blood directly from its carcass - to me there's no difference. As far as I'm concerned, each and every one of you is Guilty - with a capital G. Morrissey Fans Are Murder. Just being here makes me feel physically ill.
Regards
Born to Harangue
The new single from Oedipussey
Humorous.
Regards
Born to Harangue
Dairy calf on a farm
run fast if you can
evil Morrissey wants to KILL you
and your live has not even begun!
I often considered that he rhymed 'can' with 'begun' here, because the line originally was "your life has not even began", until he got to the studio and Langer or whomever informed him that he was using incorrect grammar, so he swiftly modified the line. The result being 'can' rhyming with 'begun', which doesn't quite work. Illiteracy and false animal rights activism - a deadly combination.
Regards
Born to Harangue
