"Simon The Ammonite" genre: Pop
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	An evolutionary tale of my friend, Simon, poor guy.
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	Story Behind the Song I'm not really a rhythm and blues guitar player but I enjoyed recording this song nonetheless. Simon (not his real name) was a friend of mine but sadly he was at an evolutionary dead end. I'll let the song tell you the story. Lyrics Let me tell you 'bout a buddy that I had way back in school, We cut a lot of classes and we played a lot of pool. Getting into trouble was an everyday event, Running from the law opposed to everything it meant. But nothing could prepare me for the tragedy at hand, Listen to my story, maybe then you'll understand. I call my buddy, Simon, for the sake of privacy, Everything is real except his true identity. Simon was a rebel when he had his fill of beer, This quirky adolescent turned into a buccaneer. His foul temper frequently engaged him in a fight, Simon the ammonite. Simon, Simon, mining the moon for a diamond, diamond. Simon, Simon, beating a drum without timing, timing. Bruises like magnetite on Simon the ammonite. Yeah, Simon was a legend, he could down a "twenty-four", When I was on my second drink he'd had a dozen more. And when it came to money, buy some food or get some booze, There weren't no competition, man, the bread would always lose. Later I would find him eating cuttings from the lawn, Just so he had something in his gut to party on. So it was with Simon he was never high enough, And though I tried to follow him the road was plenty tough. I can't deny my sanity was hanging by a thread, And when the chips were down I wondered why I wasn't dead. But Simon was a pro and I was just a neophyte, Simon the ammonite. Simon, Simon mining the moon ... A meeting in the alley with money changing hands, A heated conversation with a weapon and demands. You've seen it in the movies and it happens on the street, But now my buddy Simon was a puddle at my feet. Natural selection couldn't win a sadder fight, With Simon the ammonite. Simon, Simon, mining the moon ... Now you know the story but I bet you wonder still, Why Simon's called the ammonite, I'll tell you yes I will. An ammonite's a fossil with a hardened outer shell, Driven to extinction so you see the parallel. Oh, maybe evolution tried but couldn't get it right, For Simon the ammonite.

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