Chocolate Pepper Dish!
A month later, I had the chance to see the students' band show at the local disco. I have seen the many famous music major students and other B-to-C-graders in the rough clothes drinking beer and cheap drinks. They don't order shots or wine but often a large tankard of beer for almost entire night or few cocktails for snobby looks. There was a not so clear tone female voice introducing the new song on the stage. The band looked familiar with that yellow spanky hair man but a girl in a black leather jacket on a red inner wear and a black leather skirt holding the mic next to him on the stage. She is wearing the glasses and her image of brown straight hair looked as if the woman who was in the library reception in the morning student job.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we are now singing our best hit, Chocolate Pepper Fish!"
The girl was a bit in a high out of pitch for the mic speech. But the guitarist started the first melodious line and the base brought a heavy down volume to the music. Yes, that is the band I saw before and I've learned about Catherine P. Fisher. The girl on the stage laught and excited with the vocal during the refrain and the shouting, Chocolate Pepper Fish phrases. She was just a hell good punk shouter on the stage despite of her way of acting like a secretary or something for the vocalist. The vocalist is acting manly and it was his stage for making the mood of the entire people in the hall.
The band's favorite song ended. The girl kissed the vocalist at the ending. The fan yanked and shouted with throwing the drinks around. The vocalist carried up the girl in her hands and shouted. "Here is the new song, Chocolate Pepper Dish!" Everyone was so merry and cheering his smile and the speech.
Chocolate Pepper Fish,
Oh, how we gonna make it a finish?
Chocolate Pepper Dish,
Yes that's gonna be our best dish!
I understand how she figured out her name was always on the band menu and ending up to get into the band by herself somehow.
The girl who lived around the corner from my home
She never talked with me and she had so much work
I was just a dirt poor with only a guiter to play alone
A man educated to be a blue coloer and not much to talk
I only knew how to play songs from the old scores
Yet I was missing the good lyrics writing skills
So, I visited the library all the time like the chores
To go through the poetry writing class 101 drills
It was you at the reception we talked some times
About how to share our same interest of the poetry
You thought me a naive guy with no English fames
But you finally found my band and music so lovely
The lyrics for the new song explained what went to the new couple on the stage. I was amazed to see how the young boys playing the copy of Sex Pistols and other old musics so often ended up creating a new song for their own and even get a new member for the band by their songs. Somehow, the scene reminded me of the vocalist showing his internal weakness as if the image of how Frank took off his large head mask in the movie, Frank. The guy is not alone but he is now showing something else for his way to change the style of how he looks on the stage.
Wow, now what will we do? Chatherine Paterson Fisher?
Shall we melt together to become Chocolate Pepper Dish?
The last part was so sentimentally sung together by all the band members. Even the drumer is shouting with only the vibration of the symbals for the back music. The girl melted on the dish? Huh, it was us, the audience, melted together with the band for tonight. We have melt through the noise and the music.
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Guess what? I was just in the mood for giving CPF the happy ending. I made it look quite good even for the rock or punk indies band group members to happen like this way. I've got finish making the total German car lists to submit to ICC from Amsterdam.
A month later, I had the chance to see the students' band show at the local disco. I have seen the many famous music major students and other B-to-C-graders in the rough clothes drinking beer and cheap drinks. They don't order shots or wine but often a large tankard of beer for almost entire night or few cocktails for snobby looks. There was a not so clear tone female voice introducing the new song on the stage. The band looked familiar with that yellow spanky hair man but a girl in a black leather jacket on a red inner wear and a black leather skirt holding the mic next to him on the stage. She is wearing the glasses and her image of brown straight hair looked as if the woman who was in the library reception in the morning student job.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we are now singing our best hit, Chocolate Pepper Fish!"
The girl was a bit in a high out of pitch for the mic speech. But the guitarist started the first melodious line and the base brought a heavy down volume to the music. Yes, that is the band I saw before and I've learned about Catherine P. Fisher. The girl on the stage laught and excited with the vocal during the refrain and the shouting, Chocolate Pepper Fish phrases. She was just a hell good punk shouter on the stage despite of her way of acting like a secretary or something for the vocalist. The vocalist is acting manly and it was his stage for making the mood of the entire people in the hall.
The band's favorite song ended. The girl kissed the vocalist at the ending. The fan yanked and shouted with throwing the drinks around. The vocalist carried up the girl in her hands and shouted. "Here is the new song, Chocolate Pepper Dish!" Everyone was so merry and cheering his smile and the speech.
Chocolate Pepper Fish,
Oh, how we gonna make it a finish?
Chocolate Pepper Dish,
Yes that's gonna be our best dish!
I understand how she figured out her name was always on the band menu and ending up to get into the band by herself somehow.
The girl who lived around the corner from my home
She never talked with me and she had so much work
I was just a dirt poor with only a guiter to play alone
A man educated to be a blue coloer and not much to talk
I only knew how to play songs from the old scores
Yet I was missing the good lyrics writing skills
So, I visited the library all the time like the chores
To go through the poetry writing class 101 drills
It was you at the reception we talked some times
About how to share our same interest of the poetry
You thought me a naive guy with no English fames
But you finally found my band and music so lovely
The lyrics for the new song explained what went to the new couple on the stage. I was amazed to see how the young boys playing the copy of Sex Pistols and other old musics so often ended up creating a new song for their own and even get a new member for the band by their songs. Somehow, the scene reminded me of the vocalist showing his internal weakness as if the image of how Frank took off his large head mask in the movie, Frank. The guy is not alone but he is now showing something else for his way to change the style of how he looks on the stage.
Wow, now what will we do? Chatherine Paterson Fisher?
Shall we melt together to become Chocolate Pepper Dish?
The last part was so sentimentally sung together by all the band members. Even the drumer is shouting with only the vibration of the symbals for the back music. The girl melted on the dish? Huh, it was us, the audience, melted together with the band for tonight. We have melt through the noise and the music.
/////////
Guess what? I was just in the mood for giving CPF the happy ending. I made it look quite good even for the rock or punk indies band group members to happen like this way. I've got finish making the total German car lists to submit to ICC from Amsterdam.
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