No artist yet. Boo.

da da da, ... da da, ... da da da da, dada. baa baa baa nal. Now I have no idea what on earth this bizness is with people having to jump through hoops to become artists. Come on? What sort of server have you got? Can't get the bandwidth? My dada was an artist, my dada's dad was an artist, and my great grandfather was the crown's calligrapher. Dada dada dada. Ba baaa baba baaa baaa baaa NAL. Hal says you don't want to do that dave, but dave's dada taught him well, and dada da da da da dada says no is not an answer. So da da dada dada. Manifesto. I am an artist I tell you, got mo tunes than charlie chaplain and jay z put together. Ribena... aaa! rude innit. art? I saw banksy painted over with matching grey, grey on grey on grey. And some guy apparently playing cardboard cutout rock'n'roll on the harbour. But there was no sound. Somebody had drawn on a face. But still.... no sound. The middle aged ex pats are looking at tits, the thai predators are hunting for white wallet, and all the time I'm saying "but where's the tunes, guys?" where's that buddha voodoo loving/hating/groovin? And they say... sorry. Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Chorus "no sir no sir they won't let us do that here" And I say" da da da da da da da da da dada tadaaa abracadabra" but that's a childrens' magic trick only suitable for clowns and clowning and that won't change a thing in the big wide eyed world. Still no upload, still no coveted artist hoop jump mob of supporters, so hey ho, just gonna have to ba ba baaa baaaaaaa baaa nal nal. You gettin it yet? Manifesto. I'll give you a clue. Swiss. Swiss Cheese. Punk way before punk. Tougher than swiss rind, WORLD WAR ONE. Geddityet? It ain't the beatles.