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Band Least Likely To (for Emily)

How many times has he been around?
Recycled songs are all he's found
Well, he lives for the written word
And the music comes second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but he says "well done"
To the Band Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
And there's enough gloom in his world, I'm certain
Without my contribution

So he sits, and he smiles, and he says "well done"
To the Band Least Likely To
Day after day to earn their wage
A droning binge with a rockabilly tinge
"There's an album," he says, "...in the new year"
(It's never in this year)

He must think this, but he can't admit it
To the Band Least Likely To
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong ...
And oh, the news is bad again
We hear them as they are again

And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of Those Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
But the gratuitous chords too frequently change
From D to E, from A to F

And he sits, and he smiles, and he says "well done"
To the Band Least Likely To
Oh, one more song in search of a tune
stumbling upon it once in a blue moon
"But this is all we can play!" they scream
("And we'll be right there with your tea!")
Well I don't think that they play from the heart
And it hurts

So how many times will I shed a tear?
Yet another fumbling song I fear
Dragging down his every hook
But that's alright they've got 'the look'
And he sits and supports with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing else he can do
As they plod and they pose they turn the knife
On everything that remains of his life
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation eludes me
If only there could be a way

There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar with your views
And dearest, it could all be for you
But they'll drag you down and deplete you
With their uninspiring songs, who's going to hear?
Oh Moz, they're no good for you...
Darling, they're no good for you...
Oh Darling, they're no good for you...
Oh boys, he's not for you...