http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YInWq7qt4PA
(Che:)
Oh what a circus, oh what a show!
The Internet's going to town
Over the work of an actress called Christian Chensvold
They've all gone crazy
Reading all day and reading all night
Falling over themselves to be part of his Neo-Trad rites.
Oh what an entrance, that's how you go
When you're ringing your curtain up
Deploy all the fervour of Christian Chensvold
It's quite a sunrise
And quite good for Ivy in a roundabout way
We can use him as a talking head
On his website today.
But who is this actress called Chensvold?
Why all this sudden & ill-informed interest?
What kind of idiots are there among us?
How could we ever get by without them?
(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes
et flentes o clemens o pia
(Che:)
He has his moments, his gropes after style
But the best show in town is his crowd
Outside the Ivy-Sty compound crying, "Christian Chensvold!"
Will it last long though?
As soon as the smoke from his fireworks clears
We're all gonna see and how,
He knew nothing for years
(Che:)
You let down your Dandies, CMC -
You were supposed to have been their leader
That's all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver
Last edited by Russell_Street (2009-10-05 05:22:58)
183 hits, Chens..
183 who have read this...
183 who are now thinking...
And tomorrow will bring more.
Gotcha!
Russell, you really must stop attempting to taunt Chenvold like this. It's rather embarassing for you to have replied three times to your own post. Indicative of some damned poor trollsmanship. I'm afraid you're getting past your prime. It'll be the knacker's yard for you if this keeps up.
You let down your people, Chensvold.
genitive?
Thank you. I'm only here to learn (and, occasionally, snipe).
Picture this, an arabesque trailer town somewhere on the outskirts of Dandyville, just this side of Nowheresville, an obscure hamlet populated by highly stylised mannequins and rusty old automatons, who are busily composing “ephemeria” in ad-type copy posing as the most refined and high brow journalise. A place where ironing ones shirt is considered a highly sensual art form, practised by an effete and immaculate priesthood, draped in paisley silks, crinoline, brillo pads and smoking the ashes of Adam Ant’s, dandy-highway man. A poesy that only the strongest opium laced with amyl-nitrite, gunpowder, loco powder and the ashes of Quentin Crisp could envision….
Who do you think you are tricking double chinny Chenners?
If you think we’re totally dum,
We are the Ivy’s who will stop your little game
We are the purists who will make you change your name.
‘Cus who do you think you are kidding Mr Chensvold
If you think Ralph Lauren is number one?
Mr Chenners sells his etchings
On the Dandy net,
But all he gets are sycophants
And itches in his pants.
So watch out Mr. Chensvold
You have met your puppet masters
If you think you can out do us
We’re afraid you’ve failed to have us sussed
So who do you think you are kidding Mr Chenners?
If you think your Ivy's number one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jphfe1Q6Jg
Last edited by The Ace Face (2009-10-05 11:51:51)
Last edited by Admiral Cod (2009-10-05 18:59:09)