This twentieth century double differential algorythmic ode basicaly takes the form a rant by , in this case, by a disillusioned bass player.
Last days of the Dead (6/8 GCDC) by X.P. Penfold
These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names
Now Frank's burning babies on homefires of blazing
bibles of music and somewhere in Fordham
Marty plays Cajun with Will and dedication
They'll be there on Sunday
Mourning the death of a band that was reggae, calypso, rubbish
These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names
Four clicks for the drummer who came in too late
to save a number of screaming girls crushed
in the rush for the bass man
who ran away to live with Rachel
E viva Pamplona
The singer starts the old tapedeck, puts a tape around his neck
as he stands on the chair, for the final replay
a thin man in the shadows, kicks the chair away
and Rob's the hangman
of any little sense that he had.
These stories are true only the facts have been changed
to make it more interesting they're rearranged
and I changed the names, then I changed 'em back again
2007-07-26
09:05:28
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