Sing the song written before the year
Seventeen eighty eight
Confederacy of dunces welding broken machines
Or beautiful legalopolies marching to unreal drums
Musician sweat, once bottled, never runs dry
Drink and drink and sink and blink
Miss the chord and lopside, bored
Meticulous records play albums covered in dust
Shorn from context, bleeding for audience comprehension
Tabled by history: written off the cuff by the vicar
Candle organ, burn to keep the body metabolic in the public domain
Served on a bed of noses, as the ear wins every song from the echo alone
Roman Ryan 