To The Muses

Whether on Ida’s shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.

William Blake

Jazz Trance

Deep in the Juju


The World of The Mighty Boosh

The Gateway to a Higher Existence:


The Official Website

Music from the The Mighty Boosh

Lyrics for nerds like me


“Is it so wrong for a man to love a guitar?”

“It is, if he puts his balls inside it and strums himself to ecstasy!”

Spider Lovin’ – “I have eight of something…”

spider lovin

Come with us now on a Journey through Time and Space

Eels Up Inside Ya

Ice Flow Nowhere To Go

ice flow

Come with us to The Mighty Boosh

Tundra s1e4 – p1 p2 p3