but we really do care
stars emerge crash & collide
with the click of the snare
what the lyrics say we can’t hear
lufu songs behind us hide
but we do really care
what’s yr name the color of yr hair
right this way come inside
with the snack of the snare
saw you out at the county fair
no thru access past the tide
blue mudflats of real care
have so much no need to share
in white spotlight gone walleyed
with Apollinaire’s uncanny stare
top of wheel a kiss & a prayer
what we missed we never cried
but we really do really care
with the tears of the snare
Bonus Bootleg Lines:
off yr rocker no way no scare
all these lines eventually elide
with the test of the snare
with Apollinaire’s polished care
where strings in cushions hide
& release the strained snare
The Coming of the Toads 
such talented brothers!
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Ha! Ain’t that somethin’? It’s where folk meets metal. And another brother commented it needs a banjo. If I can figure out how to send a file around, I’ll send it to him to add a banjo part. Remember the Traveling Trio?
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I can think of a riff or two for this one. Love the Punk poem.
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Soon we’ll have an album: 1. Bury My Heart in the Muddy Mississippi. 2. Punk Villanelle.
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Charles has put Punk Villanelle to guitar:
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Very cool .
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yah!
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And basement bootleg to boot. Working on sound clip for next lyric post. Just enough to fill a boot.
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Always like the idea of bonus lines .
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