talcum soul

me and dangerous trapped down to the motorcycle live show at the nec in birmingham today, a last minute, friday night, two peroni's down, i'm bang up for it, getting up at 0630 hrs on my first saturday off in three weeks, it didn't seem such a good idea, show report to follow, tonight, mr's b want's to watch the x-factor, i'm tired and emotional, i'm listening to some marvin gaye, massive attack, bobby womack, gil scott herron and northern soul, i'm looking at these tosser's on the tv, invading my front room of a saturday night, manufactured wank, a full scale argument breaks out, i'm vocal, singing along to some talcum soul, mr's b is pissed, i'm giving it the big one about louis walsh, boyband bollock's, just fuck right off, playing on peoples feeling's, giving them a brief glimpse of success, tell me one act on this crock of shit who you can name? i'm waiting...... there you go, plastic, not real and then? there's people still seeking out rare soul, still dancing to it, the original all night, all soul, all killer, no filler music, i need to get my lazy arse down to a 'nighter instead of just talking about it.....