[Intro - hurdy-gurdy drone, bodhrán building]
[Verse 1 - bellowing tavern voice]
Now gather ye round for a hell of a tale
Of a fellowship forged over thunder and ale
The Captain called Ken with his glittering hip
Said "Saddle the horses, we're taking a trip!"
[Chorus - full crew shouting]
Heave ho! The Krellaxiom rides!
Seven mad fools on the northernmost tides!
From the Krell of the ancients we drew forth our name
And none of us bastards shall ever be tame!
[Verse 2]
Then b0mber came crawling from out of his lair
With circuits for fingers and volts in his hair
He said "I'll come north if there's noise to be made"
And he packed up his gear and he joined the brigade
[Chorus]
Heave ho! The Krellaxiom rides!
Seven mad fools on the northernmost tides!
From the Krell of the ancients we drew forth our name
And none of us bastards shall ever be tame!
[Verse 3 - slightly quieter, conspiratorial]
Now oatesOfSeoul is a curious beast
She reads about blizzards but dances to East
Korean pop anthems at volume eleven
The only white woman — she's fifty, not seven!
[Bridge - fiddle solo, crowd clapping]
[Spoken Word]
And lo! From the valley of Talle they came —
agentJade and psychoHobo — legends of frame!
[Verse 4 - building energy]
The darthMulq labours for wages and coin
But even the chained man will break free to join
And Morbius waits on his mountain alone
Sixty-three years since the year he was sown!
[Pre-Chorus - half tempo, dramatic]
A Beddian birthday! Once in a life!
The age meets the year like a husband meets wife!
[Chorus - double time, everything louder]
Heave ho! The Krellaxiom rides!
Seven mad fools on the northernmost tides!
From the Krell of the ancients we drew forth our name
And none of us bastards shall ever be tame!
[Verse 5 - triumphant]
They'll jam in the forest and feast on the hill
They'll rattle the possums and drink at their will
Port Macquarie fell as the southerners passed
And ANZAC Day found them still raising a glass!
[Outro - hurdy-gurdy fading, single bodhrán]
Heave ho... the Krellaxiom rides...
Seven mad fools... on the northernmost tides...
[fade out]
The Beddian ConCantonation
Anticipating the visitation of many music makers.
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