Poetry challenge 406. The bitter song about broken allegiences.?

Question

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

Answer 1

wow. im lost for words. honest.

Answer 2

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the refreshment room here at Bletchley. My name is Nevermind That and I'm your compère for tonight. You know, once in a while it is my pleasure, and my privilege, to welcome here at the refreshment room, some of the truly great international artists of our time. And tonight we have one such artist. Ladies and gentlemen, someone whom I've always personally admired, perhaps more deeply, more strongly, more abjectly than ever before. A man... well, more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth than dare tread on the same stage with him! Ladies and gentlemen... the incomparably superior human being, X P Penfold!
his theory goes as follows and begins now. All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much much thicker in the middle, and the thin again at the far end. That is my theory, it is mine, and it belongs to me, and I own it, and what it is, too.


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

Answer 3

Do you know I was just about to ask the same question....now that is a coincidence isn't it?


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

Answer 4

Ladies and gentlemen,
We can see that this is a real picturesque of a situation.
This picturesque is an implicative attribute of quatifiable quatiness of quality that is sureal, aboreal, technoreal, and hyperreal. Relative to the landscape plenitude and amplitude of latitude, divested of all vestigial excess, regress and degress, that is an impress on the express compress.

Ladies and gentlemen, this picturesque can also be explicated, replicated and duplicated, in architectural, architectonic, arcadian arcade...........


I own only the shorter companion dictionary......... But I have ordered the longer one...... You wait!!!

Answer 5

My mom says that every time a droplet of spittle flies off the rabid gnarled lips of a looney, a Penfold gets a new Yahoo account... She is all fecked up on "locker room" and NO2 right now singing a sea shantie about.. An African iceberg and manbreast milk???... She is fecked up I tell you!

Answer 6

the double differential, by Kurt H.

cactus lilly toad fly soup ladle bladder
rain in my gutter gotta borrow a ladder
guts spew goth gore lincoln's bedroom door
in the name of christ who speak no more

in the days of dakota bat masterson gun
the days of dallas j.r. ewing barcodes begun
the few are fallen d-day razor lazer beam gun

spleen spoke bicycle rider jumpsuit sheep skin
ovid avid david livid violin string fling spin
watch tower vaccuum dust rust spindle king crown
fear dark cower power queen in a night gown

bat masterson sheriff ghost raises up his gun
j.r. ewing bathtub gin cowboy landry begun
d-day pocket h-hour socket fingered caulk gun

electric biz pepto fizz molly polly gone square
fake it bake it buy it bottle jack crack road to nowhere
give it live it spotted juice bug broken butterfly wing
xavier mole quantum pen folds laundry you wait sting

Answer 7

....wow...for once I'm both speechless and witty answer-less.