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Ode to the Guildford Faux Piano [alt.: Piano (outside the case of)]
Verse One and Chorus
We hid the stage piano
Turned octaves 'cross the faux
I was playing a sea-themed classic
The field didn't need a mow
The Hall was humming old tunes
While My Moonbeams they threw away
When we called out for another drink
Gary promised the USA
And so it was that later
As the Palers told their tale
For us who were not attended
Read about it by E-mail
Verse Two
She said there is no reason
Why My Moonbeams was cast to sea
As I wondered through the Repertoire
They would not let it be
One of at least sixteen vestal vinyls
That were played that very night
And though the piano sounded sweetly
To some it was just not right
Verse Four (Verse Three is missing and presumed lost)
If Hammond be the sound of love
And Matthew is its King
Then all the synths in all the world
Cannot match this one thing
Which we all call our beloved group
Who gave us Grand Finale but not an end
If Heaven be in another world
I know this music will transcend |
