PROG GOONS ONLY

[Goat Boy]

Fuck me. What the HELL was I on at the time?

Some self pitying mushroom trip?

[never/ever]

Fuck me. What the HELL was I on at the time?

Some self pitying mushroom trip?

Definitely not shrooms. They give me the hives.

[Goat Boy]

If you tolerate this Big Big Train will be next. I mean we were warned. We knew of the dangers and yet we did nothing. Nothing. And now look at us.

Brexit, TRump, Big Big Train.

[never/ever]

Oh well... At least CaB's recent issues has now ensured our good friend Mr Coan will be with us more frequently....

That news surely must make you happier than any BBT-release could ever do...

[Goat Boy]

Delighted!

if only Skope would be allowed back we could slay the dragon once and for all!

[never/ever]

Ah yes, the porcine-intolerant of the group.
Guess you really need all the help you can get.

[ConnyOlivetti]

Here you go. I Googled "disfigured children of BCB" and found this from 2010:

Dear Meanie,


You don't know us. In fact this whole community don't want you to know us.
We are lepers. We are being shunned so, in turn, we shun them. We are the children in the attic. We are the eternal hibernators, shunning the daylight. We are being mocked, spat at, abused, all gathered here and thrown in this deep, deep well. Our hideous, disfigured bodies do not function, yet our centuries-old sharp minds are timeless. We are the Mystics, shamen of progressive music, wearers of capes, worship the Moog as a tabernacle and tub-thumpers are our saviours. We pray to the Power Of Yes and read the chapters of Genesis in our bibles. We silently congregate and through the combined powers of our oversized brains we leave these trails of progness, as a means to communicate with the outside world. Yet we remain hidden. But not silent.
And when our captors aren't looking we sometimes flip them the finger and post something here that is not prog. We laugh and smile in our beards and for one fleeting moment all is well within our worlds.

Welcome, my child. Welcome.

Robust googling!

[ConnyOlivetti]

Fuck me. What the HELL was I on at the time?

Just nicked that lyrics, and are now part of my new album!
You get credit!

[soundchaser]

Here you go. I Googled "disfigured children of BCB" and found this from 2010:

Dear Meanie,


You don't know us. In fact this whole community don't want you to know us.
We are lepers. We are being shunned so, in turn, we shun them. We are the children in the attic. We are the eternal hibernators, shunning the daylight. We are being mocked, spat at, abused, all gathered here and thrown in this deep, deep well. Our hideous, disfigured bodies do not function, yet our centuries-old sharp minds are timeless. We are the Mystics, shamen of progressive music, wearers of capes, worship the Moog as a tabernacle and tub-thumpers are our saviours. We pray to the Power Of Yes and read the chapters of Genesis in our bibles. We silently congregate and through the combined powers of our oversized brains we leave these trails of progness, as a means to communicate with the outside world. Yet we remain hidden. But not silent.a
And when our captors aren't looking we sometimes flip them the finger and post something here that is not prog. We laugh and smile in our beards and for one fleeting moment all is well within our worlds.

Welcome, my child. Welcome.

Where's the like button, Maarts?

[C]

Here you go. I Googled "disfigured children of BCB" and found this from 2010:

Dear Meanie,


You don't know us. In fact this whole community don't want you to know us.
We are lepers. We are being shunned so, in turn, we shun them. We are the children in the attic. We are the eternal hibernators, shunning the daylight. We are being mocked, spat at, abused, all gathered here and thrown in this deep, deep well. Our hideous, disfigured bodies do not function, yet our centuries-old sharp minds are timeless. We are the Mystics, shamen of progressive music, wearers of capes, worship the Moog as a tabernacle and tub-thumpers are our saviours. We pray to the Power Of Yes and read the chapters of Genesis in our bibles. We silently congregate and through the combined powers of our oversized brains we leave these trails of progness, as a means to communicate with the outside world. Yet we remain hidden. But not silent.
And when our captors aren't looking we sometimes flip them the finger and post something here that is not prog. We laugh and smile in our beards and for one fleeting moment all is well within our worlds.

Welcome, my child. Welcome.

Robust googling!

Not 'arf!

Well done Gez!








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[Purgatory Brite]

For me Prog Rock on BCB has become Orwell's Animal Farm - the creatures outside looked from Carlsson to Coan, and from Coan to Carlsson, and from Carlsson to Coan again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

[naughty boy]

[soundchaser]

For me Prog Rock on BCB has become Orwell's Animal Farm - the creatures outside looked from Carlsson to Coan, and from Coan to Carlsson, and from Carlsson to Coan again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

I blame Lord Rother entirely for the slide.

He's not content with having his own depository for the likes of Big Big Train: no, he had to ruin Prog Corner as well.

[never/ever]

Your own damn fault for not posting more often there I say.

[Lord Rother]

Indeed.

New blood and new music was needed on a thread that was pretty much in a stagnated cycle of perpetual regurgitation.

Some just can't handle the thought of new Prog, which is a shame.

[Goat Boy]

Trouble in prog paradise fellas?

[naughty boy]

[Goat Boy]

Oh gawd I feel sick

[Goat Boy]

Imagine that face leering down at you.

[naughty boy]

People pay good money for it!

Rother wouldn't bother tho'. He's got his MOD PROG head on.