The thoughts in my head flutter hither and yon,
So I try to catch them, I dither, they're gone
So here's an idea, and I'll give it a throw,
I'll play tunes at random, and see where they go.
I walked in my sleep till I reached Pigeon Forge,
And with Seville's barber, on eels I did gorge,
And spoke as we at of the glory of love,
While raindrops from thunderclouds fell from above.
He said "Do you think you'll be lonesome tonight?
For I know a lady who'll see you're all right.
I hear her arrive, Miss Symphony Troop,
Come finish at once that barometer soup.
"And meet me tonight in that old Dreamland bar,
That's old Lara's theme pub, it's not very far,
And here's that old Watkins man, blue-assed, but fly,
Who knows river's deep and that mountains are high."
The band played La Bamba, while Sympy, a peach,
Stripped down to far less than you'd wear on the beach.
"Well, when you're in Rome," I cried, "Arrivaderci,
To all inhibition straitlaced and so churchy."
And after the scotch I was brave, but not tight,
And reckoned I knew how to do it just right.
She cried "You're The Tops," so I'd done what I oughter,
But needed, next morning, on temples, cool water.
This was a genuine random selection, written as the following tunes were played:
Sleepwalk,Pigeon Forge, Barber of Seville, Glory Of Love, Are You Lonesome Tonight, I
Hear A Symphony, Barometer Soup, meegt Me Tonight In Dreamland, Lara's Theme, Watkin's man,
Blue Tailed Fly, River Deep Mountain High, La Bamba, On The Beach, Arriverci Roma,
Scotland the Brave, Why Don't you Do Right, You're the tops, Cool Water.
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Tuesday, June 25, 2002