by DirtyMartini on 29 Apr 2007 14:49
Hang on there, kitty -- I was working on it. Poetry this bad takes time! *ahem*
Today's lame-ass rhymes
are also a PSA
to remind our Cali brethren
that Andy's in L.A.
Can you imagine one train later?
Or one on any other day?
A world with no so lone-lay.
No eyoh eyoh eyaaay.
No bombs away in old Bombay.
No calls a thousand times a day.
No single day or word you say
or game you play or night you stay.
No man with the stranger's face.
No Miss Gradenko, are you safe?
No All I gained was heartache.
No growing appetAte.
Sure, the Boys would still be playing,
somehow sometime somewhere.
I defy you to keep Stewart from
his cymbals, fills, and flares.
But with no eloquence escaping,
No blowing Sally up with air;
With your iPod now half-empty,
Your life's soundtrack disappears.
So if you get to chat with Andy,
please tell him I say "hey."
And thank him for the music
that brings us here today.
And remind him to stay ready
Cuz soon we've got a date.
I know it all sounds heady,
but they play LIVE IN 28!!!
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DirtyMartini on 29 Apr 2007 15:11, edited 1 time in total.
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