{"id":397,"date":"2007-08-06T08:24:56","date_gmt":"2007-08-06T07:24:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pouringbeans.com\/?p=397"},"modified":"2007-08-06T08:49:14","modified_gmt":"2007-08-06T07:49:14","slug":"dave-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/?p=397","title":{"rendered":"Dave News"},"content":{"rendered":"

Look at that below me, right. Look at that sh*t. I don’t care if someone was<\/em> in a band man I’m in one right now. Yeah. I’m living in the dream. I’m counting the pennies. I’m swirling the hips in the knee-high boots on Shakespeare’s grave. Yeah.<\/p>\n

None of us can play instruments and since Paul left Dickinson Dees to join a rival firm in Sunderland is has kind of crippled the whole band ethic and the closeness but we’re still together and still knocking out the tunes like they were sarnies on a Sunday. Here’s a little ditty we’ve been scooping up. This is Snowy Cakes by The Festive Do-ers:<\/p>\n

Snowy Cakes – Festive Do-ers<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

I pieced together snowy cakes from snow that hit my drive
\nI threw the snowball at my dad, it’s great to be alive!
\nHe didn’t take it badly but he didn’t take it well
\nHe told me I had sinned and I was going straight to hell <\/font><\/p>\n

I worried all that winter, I never took a rest
\nIn fact I always had to sleep with a knife upon my chest
\nIn case Satan decided to come and get me early
\nAfter three long months of sleepless nights dad handed me a curly wurly<\/font><\/p>\n

It was all a bunch of horrid lies, I was as good as gold
\nThose eight young years of good behaviour was sufficient, so I was told
\nTo keep my away from fiery gates and the jaws of Mr. Death
\nIt’s a shame I’m such a b*stard now and there is no time left<\/font><\/p>\n

Going down, going down
\nYes I swear I’m going down
\nGoing down, going down
\nPretty sure I’m going down.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Look at that below me, right. Look at that sh*t. I don’t care if someone was in a band man I’m in one right now. Yeah. I’m living in the dream. I’m counting the pennies. I’m swirling the hips in the knee-high boots on Shakespeare’s grave. Yeah. None of us can play instruments and since […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,17,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ian","category-loins","category-noos-flash"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=397"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pouringbeans.com\/archive\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}