Their gazes fell upon one succulent spread
Too polite to begin, small talk reigned instead
When Arwen quipped that Christmas shouldn’t wait for any elf
That the world is ruled by those who can give to themselves
Pippin cried in the old days they used to get in line
You’d all get some grub, maybe a little wine?
Rina bellowing that she was so very confused
Had the thought police arrived? She was so sweetly amused
Haga lurches for the turkey's carcass, a chain of events and an elvin fracas
Who is paying anyway? It’s not some bleeding giveaway
Hold the cranberry, horseradish, go find yourself a beggar's dish
After Cirdan’s broadside, Rohan struts with a carving knife
Callon fights like smites like hell with pigs in blankets on his side
Freda’s front line, caffeine high and over time, kicking up a fuss while
Bailey spits into the mash and Logon falls into the punch
Garret is a sickening wreck, never seen a battle of the bulge like this
Cancel me once, cancel me twice, but you cannot cancel me all my life
And then his entrance
Don’t make a sound
One lonely cough
A little frown
Fifty years on in this epic romance
You’ve got to let it go and go dance, dance, dance
We’ll succumb to self destruction under these circumstances
And the big man says you’ve got to give peace a second chance
And the big man says you’ve got to give
From the back, a gravy attack, a clique that appears that won't take flack
Cracker stockpiles are ready to fire, this puddin’ contest is down to the wire
Santa, Lennon, superman, caesar, who do you call when you live in a freezer?
Jack Frost comes and the windows rattle, is he on your side, are you ready for battle?
Nessa bands merry crew, renouncing dinner, who’s up for stew
This is the part where we get serious, divide and succour, quite delirious
Feed and succour and ply us with drinks, this new koolaid makes it harder to think
The shame of Kabul, in truth we all share, skating too far and it’s too late to care
And then the dawn
Of a new idea
And the big man shudders
Turns upon his rear
The big man that I spoke of, well he’s really just a vision
The peace that we are craving comes from our own volition
Hang up your idols, pedestals, rock gods, godheads, gurus, idols and ubermensch
And from you and only you can give peace a second chance
Former member of Fela Kuti’s Egypt 80 unveils a rich, swinging new record that pulls from jazz and soul in its high-wattage songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024