The Spoonbill Generator

Misplaced Devotion

Follow the players all over the globe [TG]

Clutching your portable flute [Roland]

Tracing their steps with the patience of Job [TG]

In garments of weapons-grade jute [Roland]

Missing a concert were near-mortal sin [TG]

Failing to listen were worse [Roland]

But when all's said and done, it's so hard to get in [TG]

(and getting out can be a curse). [Roland]

So follow the players all year, if you must [TG]

Press them with autograph books [Roland]

Yield to your demons, your musical lust [TG]

For intros and bridges and hooks [Roland]

Will keep the band going for eighty-eight years [TG]

And seventeen number one hits [Roland]

Through splits, reformations, through laughter and tears [TG]

And oceans of ill-informed crits [Roland]

If but one fan remembers, their works shall endure [TG]

Each quaver a moment to cherish [Roland]

But if no-one still listens, then you may be sure [TG]

The legacy's certain to perish [Roland]


Contributors: TG, Roland
Poem finished: 27th November 2003 by TG