After a week of hell from BT... this improv came next.

Garé Andrew Isiakpere www.myspace.com/Gazaonline

Song: ARTY Artist: Phoenix Buckley Website: www.myspace.com/phoenixbuckley Lyrics: (V1) Enlighten queasy Sunday... See a crease, in your brow? Status quo now shifting, blazing in change, How are you now? No means hard from easy, In you a social capture, to.... re- arrange... At that moment, under oath! I swore, maybe I were wrong? Your footing would be found! and Id -soon- be gone... Since youve built, it up so hard, Plagued a simple world, with scars (Pre) Arty, Arty ...to be like you, Id move mountains. (just) For a clue, Im dying to know.... Oh... Im dying to know... ooh... (Chorus) How to ride... the worldly waves, with but a paintbrush, an musical staves, Preach the good word... about the prophets, while gambling funds, from poor mens pockets, Your bank accounts BIG, Mines small, You boast a whole lot, but you've lost the call. Somethings missing, your not so Arty.... anymore, Now- (V2) -Now your just a pawn. etc..