People that are mentioned as being wise posters here have been among the worst offenders. I personally am hoping that a few more of them decide to leave...and as usual they will do it with much fanfare.
"Step inside! hello! we've the most amazing show
Youll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! step inside!
We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
Leave your hammers at the box
Come inside! come inside!
Roll up! roll up! roll up!
See the show!
Left behind the bars, rows of bishops heads in jars
And a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! spectacular!
If you follow me there's a speciality
Some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! roll up! roll up!
See the show!
Next upon the bill in our house of vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! what a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! get into that!
Roll up! roll up! roll up!
See the show!
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside! come inside!
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass.
Move along! move along!
Come inside, the shows about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your moneys worth
The greatest show in heaven, hail or earth.
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo.
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll ....
Soon the gypsy queen in a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene! what a scene!
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander's ragtime band
Dixieland! Dixieland!
Roll up! roll up! roll up!
See the show!
Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool. keep it cool.
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own,
All our own. all our own.
Come and see the show! come and see the show! come and see the show!
See the show!"
-Emerson, Lake and Palmer, "Karn Evil 9 - 1st Impression"
2long is daid! (sung 2 the 2ne of “Poor Jud is Daid”)
"2long is daid, ol’ 2long is daid;
All gather ‘round his coffin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold and he wasn’t very old,
Oh, why did such a fella have 2 die?
2long is daid, ol’ 2long is daid;
He’s lookin’ oh, so peaceful and serene (and serene!).
He’s all laid out 2 rest with his hands across his chest;
His fingernails have never been so clean.
Why then the preacher’d get up and he’d say:
“Folks, we’re gathered 2gether here 2day 2 moan and groan over brother 2long, who hung himself from that 2x4 in the rafters of the MB smokehouse.”
(Then there’d be weepin’ and wailin’, from some of the MB posters)
Then he’d say:
“2long was the most misunders2d man on the 4um. People used 2 think he was a mean, ugly fella; used 2 think he was a dirty skunk and orn’ry pig stealer.”
But the folks who really knowed him, know that beneath the 2 gaudy Converse All-Stars that he always wore,
There throbbed a stubbed big toe as big as all outdoors (as big as all outdoors!).
2long loved his fellow Mber.
He loved the birds of the forest,
He loved the beasts in the field,
He loved the mice and vermin and he treated the rats like equal (which was right).
He loved everybody and everything, he loved the OP only…only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it.
2long is daid, ol’ 2long is daid;
His friends’ll weep and wail for miles around (miles around!).
The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell
Because 2long is underneath the ground.
2long is daid, a candle lights his haid.
He’s layin’ in a coffin made of wood (wood!).
And folks are feelin’ sad ‘cause they used 2 treat him bad,
But now they know their friend is gone for good (good!).
2long is daid, a candle lights his haid.
He’s lookin’ oh, s’purdy and s’nice.
He looks like he’s asleep, it’s a shame that he won’t keep,
But it’s summer and we’re runnin’ out of ice.
2… …long
2… …long"
"A simple man had the strangest dream
he stood in a garden of flowers
that overlooked the sea
and there sailing by
were his truth and his lies going home
While all around the sweetest sounds
filled the air with love
they made his senses pound
he saw with open mind
his life turn with the tide to go home
Memories of youth had passed before
he and he alone could count the score
for he was free he was free
this was his last dream
Such melodies are made to sing
the mellow sounds within a thousand violins
caught upon the breeze
they play in harmony sweet harmony
At last he knew his act was through
with no applause and no encores
though the house was full
so bring the curtain down
lay him in the ground
for he's gone home
Memories of youth had passed before
he and he alone could count the score
now he is free he is free
this was his last dream"
-Ray Thomas, "The Last Dream"
