by DirtyMartini on 28 Aug 2007 14:42
Yo, Europe! Yes, you!
But one more setting sun
'til The Trio reappear your way.
In honor I've blendered Tennyson.
Our Ulysses has sailed the dark broad seas
with those mariners he has brought,
who for decades apart and together
have toil'd and wrought and thought.
But their purpose holds today
to beat out music and maraud,
a pastime not unbecoming
such men that strove with gods.
For roaming with hungry hearts
much have they known, much have they seen.
With North America now conquered,
a newer, older world they seek
to smite the sounding furrows
and become part of all they meet.
From that gong hit, they will move you
beyond the utmost bound of human thought,
carrying you to unknown places
and to lives that you'd forgot.
All things new, all things familiar;
the long day wanes, the slow moon climbs,
as you pay meet adoration
by screaming back all Stingo's rhymes
and hoot for Andy's virtuosity
gleaned over limitless lifetimes.
And then, of course, there's Stewart
not least, but honored of them all;
with his rhythmic bolts of thunder
and cymbal murmurs of snowfall.
Together sail beyond the sunset
to the last splash of the encore
for now is your opportunity
to carpe well your slice of tour.
So gather together, Sisters and Brothers,
in drunk delight for The Police,
and raise a glass for all Copelandia,
drink this life to the lees.
For neither you nor I nor Stewart
are still kids of tender cheek,
but as ol' Alfie once said -- well,
I'll let a real bard have his speak:
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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