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K-Dub Ya set a challenge to write a nonsense song, and this is the day of the big 'reveal'. All lyrics to this song don't have any meaning, unless my subconscious is trying to tell me something and I'm not listening. There are no repeating lyrics, as in a typical chorus, apart from the single word used in the title. For those that look at the Songwriting forum, this is the song I referred to as 'British Airways'.

Drums, bass, acoustic and electric guitars are from Band-in-a-Box and I sing and play acoustic lead.

Style is _DEWDROP.STY (Dew Drop Palm-Mute Gtr Folk Rock)
RealTracks in style: ~700:Bass, Electric, PopHalfNotesPush Ev 085
RealTracks in song: 3758:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm PalmMuteRockSlow Ev 100
RealTracks in song: 2905:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm BrightBluesyPopColin Ev 100 (see note)
RealDrums in style:PopRock8ths^04-a:Closed Hat, Sidestick , b:Closed Hat, Snare

Me:
Main vocal x 2
Harmony vocal
Bridge ‘doot doot’ vocal
Acoustic instrumental sections ‘Guitar motif’

Recorded and mixed in Reaper.

Note: RT 2905 was ‘sliced and diced’ in certain sections to obtain the one bar fills in the choruses.

LYRICS
(Also see chord sheet attached)

He drew his dog naughty, confessing to outshine
The angel whose pyjamas and pillow were mine.
He insulted the world while juggling some swords,
And he flew British Airways because of awards.

She tasted too soon and was ill for the cause,
Occasion’ly waiting to retune her gauze.
Indecision was agitating all he’d subvert,
These manifested stories became the dessert.

Why don’t you hand me the phone?
I’m not fazed by the rank of protections
I was inside while my outer was alone
It’s meaningful razors that cut through rejections
Those darlings of Manchurian folklore assail
What? You too shall prevail.

Depressed, obscured as a mind with obsessions,
The plate of his brother cast organic confessions.
The spire of serendipity belongs to your muse,
But the map of the dungeon was just a big ruse.

Give the dog a bone
It wasn’t hungry after eating confections it was
dripping down my ice cream cone
It’s mirrors and blinds that cut the reflections
The superhero concept will work without fail
What? It’s lost in the mail

Only after dinner was recently ajar
My girl and her javelin pointed up to the stars
They couldn’t homogenise the milk in its pail.
The rocket propelled up through Venus’ veil.

Don’t snatch the lizard as it cools off its tongue,
The rats of Gibraltar are going on the run.

Why don’t you give out a little moan?
Your worried that there’s no insurrection
A little dial turn for tone
It’s practise and work that leads to perfection
I bet the lot of you are going to gaol
What? Your face has gone pale.

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Regards,
Andrew D
Adelaide, Sth Aust
Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/SQE4btVvNVkLq74e9
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@andrewoftheantipodes