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Brigantine Ghost
Take heed, my friends, and listen to my tale:
An epic story far greater than most
About a ship, the best to ever sail
A vessel legends call “Brigantine Ghost”
Aboard the Ghost there stood a stalwart man
Enrobed in pants so tight the ladies stared
The bass guitar, his trade, rested in hand
A noisy beast to hear if listeners dared
His name was Alex, so the story goes
Of Portuguese and famed Irish descent
His comrade on the ship, with ring’ed nose
An earnest lad from Eastern Orient
They called him Russell, drums were what he played
His style, beset with offbeat flair and grace,
Was made much sweeter when he had the aid
Of playing with his friend Alex on bass
A grand duet they made, this hardy troupe
A rhythm section contested by few
And yet they lacked the makings of a group
That they could proudly call a winning crew
And so the lads put out a worldwide call
Across the seas, blue and aquamarine
Searching every port, both great and small
For hands to man the Ghostly Brigantine
Among the multitude of volunteers
Who tried in vain to make it on the Ghost
The crew came to a conclusion quite clear:
That only two were fit to take the post
The first, a swarthy man with vast appeal
Whose home lay near the Adriatic Sea
His talent surpassed only by his zeal:
Fond of parties and female company
Yes, Boris was his name; he played guitar
His driving melodies fit faultlessly
Yet one man still remained, a rising star:
A dapper chap named Curtis was the key
A man of Scottish blood and English style
A first-rate singer, renowned from coast to coast
A fearless front man, ever versatile:
Curtis took lead aboard Brigantine Ghost
And so the ship was set; the band rejoiced
The perfect crew to sail the Ghost afar
Russell on drums, Curtis: the leading voice
Alex on bass, Boris with lead guitar
This driven band has fair reason to boast
For they are bound to surpass one and all
These four young lads they call “Brigantine Ghost”
Set sail to rock a port near you this fall.
~end~
Alex Reilly 25 4月 2006 11:42