Story Behind the Song
This is just a quick performance taking only a few hours to record and mix... to capture the emotions and passions of the moment. Not to be taken in any negative way... the voices serve as different characters and symbolize different emotions.
Lyrics
I'm here...I'm here...over here. Indecisive, inbred, in muffins, in cakes. Delight me with your cakes and pies. Delight me with assorted candies. Dangle me from wicks with assorted pastry sticks. Tangle me in rye and slice me in two. Too many will enjoy me if I were cut any smaller. Similar in texture to a leather strap... cracked over and over, 'til it was over. "Waddle, waddle, waddle went the wayward ducks." A slight alcoholic aroma on an empty table. "Looking for a place... a nice place... to lie down to nap." Thoughts of a beverage seem refreshing. "No! I prefer a fine beverage with my meal, but... what compliments wayward fowl? ...something dry, preferably dry, that would be fine." (coughing) Jesus cleared his throat, raised his glass, and continued, "... like my last meal with my 12 closest friends, boys from the neighborhood, as understood underneath the lamplight. We sit and remember nothing but how the food tastes." Suppressed laughter went unnoticed until this muffled comment from one of the meals participants. "A carpenter... all he knows about building a house is that the roof goes on top." Later on that day, I realized nothing had changed. Sure I laughed, to myself of course... 'the roof goes on top.' But his personality IS that of a true leader. Personally, I despise the guy, or rather, the "guise." But I'll admit... "even I... am compelled to sit, wait, and listen to him orate."
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