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Monday, July 17, 2017

OVERNIGHTSCAPE CENTRAL [ 346.b ] – Addendum: Close Calls of Doc Sleaze

ons1084_300a (28:25) It’s a ONS Central Addendum with Doc Sleaze! He’s had some unusual close calls!

Thanks to Frank Edward Nora for allowing me to use and abuse his show art!

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Released July 2017 on The Overnightscape Underground (, an Internet talk radio channel focusing on a free-form monologue style, with diverse and very clever hosts presenting unique programs, historic archival material, and nocturnal audio.

posted by Jimbo at 4:30 pm filed in DocSleaze,Jimbo,Jul17,OvernightscapeCentral  


  1. Jimbo,

    The British gave much more than we were ever taught in primary education. They went all in with us as partners, giving us all of their technology during the lead up to the war. They leveraged and ultimately sacrificed their worldwide Empire for the defeat of the Axis powers.


    Comment by Chad Bowers — July 19, 2017 @ 8:29 am

  2. But machete rhymes with spaghetti!

    Comment by Jimbo — July 19, 2017 @ 10:54 am

  3. You do deserve credit. My poems have been wanting a word to rhyme with eatery.

    Comment by Chad bowers — July 19, 2017 @ 6:33 pm

  4. Try “teetering”, as in:

    Me and my woman cruised to the eatery,
    The motif Roman, emotions were teetering
    We requested spaghetti but they said they was empty
    I involved my machete and then we got plenty

    We want some meatballs and plenty of onions
    We talked like gangsters ala’ Damon Runyon
    We decided on ice cream for the finishing touches
    Me and my woman, she was in my clutches…

    Comment by Jimbo — July 20, 2017 @ 12:39 am

  5. Lovely, like parmesan cheese from the foil packet.

    There was a young Sally in britches
    A candle was lit in her fishes
    The bottom was burnt but her roast tastes like wine
    She shared us her map which made us top rhyme

    Her organ was twisted, by a monkey with glasses
    She worked on the high street busking for brasses

    When the candle was burnt and the trout went to rot
    she gave us a tour of the whole of her chart

    As the wine grew sour and the monkey went blind
    Her vinegar was praised for its powers against grime

    She went on the TV and home shopping networks
    That blind monkey mascot inflated her net worth!
    She retired in the Piedmont and died owing taxes.
    No better a story for better-learned lasses.


    Comment by Chad Bowers — July 21, 2017 @ 7:57 am

  6. Chad, I had major dreams last night about writing silly lyrics and so, I will do this in the near future. You have inspired me. Thank you.

    Comment by Jimbo — July 24, 2017 @ 3:23 am

  7. A Song to Dad (July 26, ’17)

    Look at me dad, you cast no shadows
    your feet at rest
    Look at me dad, up in your window
    eating chicken breast
    Look at me dad, you wanna go fishing
    why no retort?
    Look at me dad, I was just wishing
    your favorite sport

    you didn’t listen then
    you don’t listen now
    but every now and then
    I know you’re thinking “Holy Cow
    My son is a certified idiot”

    Look at me dad, no grandkids for you
    sorry about that
    Look at me dad, no telephone to
    chew the fat
    Look at me dad, I had a dream
    I killed manakins
    Look at me dad, I’m very hungry
    let’s have Mexican

    you didn’t listen then
    you don’t listen now
    but every now and then
    I know you’re thinking “Holy Cow
    My son is a certified idiot”

    Comment by Jimbo — July 26, 2017 @ 5:25 am

  8. Nice work Jimbo. Is there a way that I can know when someone replies, or does it require visiting old posts?

    Comment by Chad Bowers — August 3, 2017 @ 6:21 am

  9. Thanks!

    I believe there is an RSS link at the very bottom (center) of the page JUST for comments. 😮

    Comment by Jimbo — August 3, 2017 @ 6:41 am

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