From: Spudboy100@aol.com
Date: Sat Apr 19 2003 - 21:49:12 MDT
Dr. Damien Broderick's madrigal did singeth:
<<Oh Momma, could this really be the Spike, to be stuck here in a Polis,
on the Tethys Sea, again! Time for mah boot heels to be wanderin'.
Damien Dylan Broderick>>
Gee, That was Positively 4th Street!
Here is a rip-off of an Al Stewart song, that I re-lyricized to appear more
Extropian, following Mr. Spike66's lead.
Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear
And your sails were filled with the solar wind
And you laughed for all to hear
But you never glanced at the ragged dance
Of the others on the quay
Don't call on them when the winds rise high
On the dark interstellart sea
Oh you set your course for the furthest shores
And you never once looked back
And the flag you flew was a pirate cross
On a field of velvet black
And those landsmen who you but lately knew
Were left stranded on Kuiper ring B
Don't call on them, when the Vacuum Storms rise up
On the dark interstellar sea
Oh I have no need of a chart or creed
You told your waiting crew
For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight
And you spoke as though you knew
So you paid no mind to the warning signs
As you gave your words so free
Don't change your tack when the photons crack
On the dark interstellar sea
Now the neutrinos rail in the great mainsails
And the stars desert the skies
And the rigging strains as the hands of pain
Reach down to wash your eyes
And your navigator stands with her torch in hand
And her eyes spell mutiny
Don't call my name when your ship goes down
On the dark interstellar sea
-The Dark and the Rolling Sea, as Butchered by me!
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