Story Behind the Song
A fantasy song, written in a flash, rewritten years later and set to music. The motivation was that primal storytelling impulse that doesn't know where the story is going when it begins, and is amazed how it ends.
Lyrics
The Wonderalls
"The sun is all we'll ever need", said Lucas, tending to his sprouts.
He spread the fertilizer thick into the infants' waiting mouths.
The pulverized fresh beetle juice soaked into them so slow,
They transformed into Wonderalls, and were the last to know.
The earl went on an odyssey, upon his long white yacht.
He then got drunk and rowdy, and fell into the naught.
And now the boat has melted down , and pieces grace the foam,
Next year a chunk of it will wash outside the earl's eighth home.
A planet where it's all gift-wrapped, some shoddy, some well-bowed.
The Wonderalls are celebrating as if their seeds were sowed!
Fragments of a shattered race cling to consciousness.
The rest are misled to crusade against the gene pool mess.
They crawl like inchworms to their grave, and think the glory's there,
by crushing arbitrary foes, up heaven's rusty stair.
Aimless pickled milkweed men stagger down the briny street,
Endless freedom in the void no further than their heart.
But lost in constipated mind, they seek revenge and food,
The Wonderalls see all go by, and know that all is good.
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