Song A Day #506: Farthead

are we alone in the universe
does hell exist is there anything worse
i find myself in old abandoned vestigial processes and computations
maximize the damage to the core
glowing red it will blow up and be no more
she walks unseen smelling smoke and seeing green remedial misfit holding hands with punk rock singers
it's a mystery
and i've tired of the game
so unlock the truth without me
and don't cry if the truth is lame
miser you old fart head
you crook you stole the fun
look now you're ripped apart
and thrown into the sun

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[MECowgo]

oh man...how many songs have you had the melody but not the lyrics, but you put something out there because of the relentless 24 hour taskmaster? This melody had something else in mind. Maybe a longing for a season past? A looking back back at something... Of couse, an old fart head is a nifty line in multiple applications....

[StuTheShoe]

Another good one.

[redice1024]

We're not alone In the universe. Hell doesn't exist.