Some years ago an artist was looking for somewhere to store his collection of paintings. After much searching and little luck the only place he was able to secure was a local dance club. The owners agreed that for a small fee he could store his work in a spare room adjacent to a kitchen, which he duly did. Unfortunately shortly after storing his work there, a fire broke out in the kitchen, caused by exploding cooking oil. The flames rapidly spread uncontrollably throughout the building, eventually burning the whole establishment to the ground. The artist was so traumatised at losing years of artistic effort that the only way he thought that he would overcome his near grief was to write a song about the event. After much thought he came up with the title - I left my Art in Some Fried Disco.
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Years before a UK rock group became world renowned they often toured many countries in Europe frequently before extremely small audiences,finding it hard to make any money at all. One day when gigging in the western part of the Czech republic they were due to perform at a local venue but the concert was cancelled at the very last moment. By this time the band had absolutely no cash left and were near starving. The band members did, however, manage to acquire a hot drink each, by agreeing to catch rodents that were investing the understage area. They later wrote a song about this totally humiliating experience entitled - Bohemian Rats for Tea.
Look it's not easy concocting your own jokes - even bad ones :P
Anyone remember an old blues tune about a New Orleans bakery called House of the Raisin Bun?
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Years before a UK rock group became world renowned they often toured many countries in Europe frequently before extremely small audiences,finding it hard to make any money at all. One day when gigging in the western part of the Czech republic they were due to perform at a local venue but the concert was cancelled at the very last moment. By this time the band had absolutely no cash left and were near starving. The band members did, however, manage to acquire a hot drink each, by agreeing to catch rodents that were investing the understage area. They later wrote a song about this totally humiliating experience entitled - Bohemian Rats for Tea.
Look it's not easy concocting your own jokes - even bad ones :P
Anyone remember an old blues tune about a New Orleans bakery called House of the Raisin Bun?
