The Flounder Had A Rip In The Universe And It Undid All The Good In The Future Tense.
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April Wine Turns Into April Whines. A band once said, You are only as good as the guitarist singing bass on the fly. Other words, That Band Sucks Almighty. Deep indeed! Deep knees is about all they wrote. Sign of the times, oh, excuse me, Prince, didn't mean to rain on all over your song of the signs of the future times to come. Alas, too bad April was whiny as well as scummy like a bar gone downhill overnight, down, down, down. Future tense, ha! Days gone past, more like the real thing. So, they had a hit with french styled words throughout the lyrics, death to the queen and her court. Night came reap revenge on the king for marrying a poor class of wife. Pity the unherald wisdom of the prophetic words of All Over Town, a ballad sung in the key of c that laments the likeability of the accused, the town tramp or a fast girl in a fast way. She was getting some everywhere she went, the tramp of the skylight bar and the whole damned town of menfolk, telling lies all over the place. ABOUT ME! Lying won't save your soul from burning.
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