An inside joke/tribute, coincidentally written around some Pope's beheaded martyr's "Day." |
VALENCE TIME Saint Valentine went and lost his head By Juno and Christian Brothers was misled Claudius the Gothic was the Law Might makes right is how he saw Interamna, now Terni, streets he'd Rome But Chaucer was the gent who showed him Home Birds of a Feather will flock Together And weight-it-out through the Stormy Weather The Magic write before their eyes Is just the cloak of his disguise He took Valentine and lopped off his head And they still celebrate the Greatful Dead Opportunity came knocking at the Door She make your mind trip before she let you soar Badly Scattered they gathered begging bowls Tambourine stretched minstrel Rubber Souls Magnetic resonance within the key of C If you C what the dust can truely be Just Blowin' in the Wind from everywhere It make you want to scream and shout and stop and stare Cause the Magic write before your eyes Has taken us all by such surprise Remember fireworks flash and soon are gone Leave us in darkness just before the Dawn Why should All These People care Why should All These People dare To interrupt your Dream: Deja vu Could it be they've been here before too A catalyst in organic chemistry Is nothing less than what you think you see And that cup of loaded dice within your hand Is just the number of The Badly Scattered Band Cause the Magic write before your eyes Has taken us all by such surprise Remember fireworks flash and soon are gone Leave us in darkness just before the Dawn The night that I stumbled through the Door A sailor on the Sea of Time cast ashore From my eye I felt a grain of the golden sand Made me blink at Alice and the Toad from Wonderland And I Wonder why it took us oh so long To hear the Canticles of the Song of Songs So I took my hat and threw it in the ring Just to hear the Cant of the Music they'ed sing The Magic write before their eyes Is just the cloak of his disguise He took Valentine and lopped off his head And we still celebrate the Greatful Dead |