from the album MOORE OR LESS, video 2015
TALE OF THE SWEET VIOLIN
Once upon a time in tiny villages there roamed a quiet man
In the manner of a simple day you never really understand
There he met a lady with employment personnel inside her hand
She was emotional soul, He ran a super payroll
- - (And without say he lived happily ever aftermath --- But here's the story:
His name was Sydney, and through hard work he managed to settle down in the tiny village of Ghemu Vant. There, sprightly coloured natives and hunters marched through the dusty streets, creating tight rhythms and prehistoric dischords in honor of his permanent residence. Sydney managed to clock, without fail, for seventy-five straight weeks; he made the very first rock and roll record.)
He was emotional soul, He cut the very first rock and roll record.
(Sydney's boss was an impeccably-tasted young woman from Connecticut named Violin, and she saw his unusual talent at an early date:
"Yes, it's true. Syd was timid and very quiet, but he always hinted at the fact that The Villagers were natural entertainers, and in retrospect, they could plant planets." -- Plant planets? -- "No, I'm sorry, they couldn't do that." -- In any case, Sydney's quick insight and scratchy behavior assured the world of party music that there was hope!)
There would be a most unusual display of melody and words
Just as if a dinosaur was trying to explain his very first
Everybody wanted Sydney as their own interpreter of verse
He was emotional soul - - - He was emotional soul
He wrote the very first rock and roll record
He was the very first rock and roll singer
But then the forces changed, He was compelled to arrange, A slower tempo ballad:
"Oh my darling I love you so, Need your arms around me
Oh my darling I'm glad that you found me
Sweet violin, Where have I been?
Drifting away just to play a bar on my
Sweet violin, Sweet violin, here I am.
Oh my baby let's dance again, Close to me you shall stay
Oh my baby it seems like a new day
Drifting away just to play A chorus line
Sweet violin, here I am."
And there he was, indeed. A passionate marriage with this fine lady was reduced only by his sudden reign over the songwriting and producing fields of the world's great recording industry. Sydney and Violin spanned the globe with uncanny perception and grace. Rock and roll in this rare new form began to thoroughly intellectualize thousands of communities, and the entire universe was at once gratified to be a little weird. People could talk and smile together, there gushed a creative optimism in everyday activities, and world leaders became magnificent artistes. Yes, love and happiness (were no longer sore thumbs).
"Oh my darling I love you so, At the peak of the mount
Oh my baby, it's more than I can count
Drifting away just to play A sour note
Sweet violin, sweet violin, sweet violin, we are the best."
The moral of this story is shown throughout Sydney's extensive tape collection:
ONLY USE THE RHYTHM OF YOUR HEART
ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES (FROM OTHER ORGANS)
AND THERE WILL BE MIRTH, . . . . . . . . . WHATEVER THAT IS.