The One Man Band Broke Up - Ceschi

The one man band broke up

The one man band broke up

Due to creative differences

The one man band broke up

And everybody mourned the passing by passing along

Oh fuck a simple requiem

For the moments in the dusty record bins once lived in by kings

Now graveyards for great stars that will never reign again

These deserts full of fractured limbs and scattered instruments that can still

sing like kids

Are rotting into nothingness and the abyss is dim

I remember when you kept time with the bass drum pedal

While your left foot played organ melodies…

A harmonica…

A banjo…

When you put an old hat out for the crowd passersby wearing suits and ties

tried to hide

But they couldn’t possibly deny your banshee cries

Five decades in a wishing well

Only waiting for someone to toss a pail

Or a life vest

Or some type of help

But your body failed

And your mind failed

And your career fell into oblivion with the rest of your peers

Loving what you did only got you so far through these years

The moral of the story is

No one really gives a shit

But don’t cry for the swatted flies

They loved what they did

The moral of the story is

No one really gives a shit

But don’t cry for the swatted flies

They loved what they did