Ha! Ray, your version is still my favorite. It was a blast working with ya. Ron, you are so right about the reprinting of the lyrics, and I also like to see which BiaB player is in the mix. Since I am the keeper of the SGU (or at least the last one in possession), it is my responsibility. Here ya go:

Style is _128P50S.STY (50's 12/8 Pop)

RealTracks in style: 1159:Organ, B3, Rhythm ReggaeSlow Sw 075
RealTracks in style: ~527:Guitar, Acoustic, Fingerpicking Hank Sw 085
RealTracks in style: 2538:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm ModernPopSwingZane Sw 085
RealTracks in song: ~~425:Organ, B3, Background Blues Sw 120
RealTracks in song: 3365:Guitar, Electric, Soloist BritBluesRockSlowShuffle Sw 085
RealDrums in Song: BluesShuffleHard^1-HiHat,Ride
RealDrums in style:Pop128^1-a:SideStick, HiHat , b:Snare, Ride

Ray played the bass (and I love it).

Reactionary Blues
by Ray Cochran

Picasso reassembled / Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, / He'll follow the
PreRaphaelite script, / Seurate has agree / to join the dots,
To save himself / from being whipped. / Derain & Matisse
have promised, / That they'll always colour / by the numbers.
While Salvador Dali / commits to keep it real, / As a street cred rumbler.

I know, I took advantages / And I didn't pay my dues.
Now I've been painted into a corner,
With the rock n roll reactionary blues.

Frank Lloyd Wright, / Has stopped the waters falling, / He realized
apartment blocks were calling. / Piet Mondrian
has started to using the circle,
Primary coloured squares / weren't the right vehicle. / David Hockney
will reject the pile of cash, / He’s heartily embarrassed
at making such a splash.
Jackie Pollock / has taken on acting roles, / Since he realized
the mistake that was Blue Poles.

Andy Pandy Warhol / has given up his stint,
And he's now making wallpaper
in his famous screen print. / Poor Antoni Gaudi
can't work out what to be,
He recognized his buildings / belonged beneath the sea.
Jorn Utzon's orange
is being reassembled as we speak, / Can’t have a house of opera
that doesn't reach the peak.
Henry Moore's no more - / he couldn't take the pace,
He couldn't make a sculpture
with a recognizable face.

Orson Welles: / poor Orson, / He’s swollen: fat.
He's bloated and forlorn, That is that.
Someone nicked, / his little Rosebud. / When he, foolishly,
Left it on the lawn.

Enjoy whatever happens!
marty

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