While I was in the mood a few days ago, I decided to have some fun and wrote this "country rock performance"...
Tom
Mabel (a simple song's live performance)
(this is a simple song, folks.
just pick up the tune
and sing along...)
i met her on the train nine-oh-eleven
i soon felt like i was in heaven
but when she deceived me i sent her to hell
my sweet may bell
she was a beauty beyond all compare
she wore beautiful flowers in her long blonde hair
she whistled a tune i will never forget
and then she bent down and she took of her hat
i met her on the train nine-oh-eleven
i soon felt like i was in heaven
but when she deceived me i sent her to hell
my sweet may bell
we stayed together for a year in a row
i have to confess i loved her so
that when i remember there are tears in my eye
and i'll never forget her final cry
i met her on the train nine-oh-eleven
i soon felt like i was in heaven
but when she deceived me i sent her to hell
my sweet may bell
(of course the neighbours called the cops
but i got away in spite of all the blood
after all my family is not without influence
and the DA now lives in a beautiful house)
when she was buried i wasn't there
i didn't want to look at her ash-blonde hair
i bought myself a ticket, and i boarded the train
for without a woman i'd sure go insane
i met her on the train nine-oh-eleven
i soon felt like i was in heaven
but when she deceived me i sent her to hell
my sweet may bell
(now it's time to introduce the band:
there's charlie manson on drums,
ed kemper on bass,
hannibal lecter on slide guitar
and - oh one of the choir girls is missing...)
my sweet may belle
my sweeeeeeeet
maaaaaaaaaay
beeeeeeelllllllll
Mabel
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I don't know if it was supposed to, Tom, but this sure raised a chuckle from me
Thank you for helping to start my day with humour.

Thank you for helping to start my day with humour.
"... to make a pale imitation of reality with twenty-six juggled letters"
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
"... all words are lies because they can only represent one of many levels of being"
Sober noises of morning in a marginal land.
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