Create a prog song - one verse or line at a time

Daevid Allen: (spoken word) But little did they know, some nasty creatures awaited them on page 74

Wield the blade, fairest knight-at-arms;
Thou hast the quelling faery charms
To bespell this disquiet beast,
Until all display of ire has ceased.

Then it be a simple, easy thing
To with one Herculean swing
Slay this foul homunculus bred
To feast on flesh and disgrace the dead.

O 74, thy piercing eyes
Turn to stone what they descry
Stilling the heart, locking limbs,
And necessitating funereal hymns.

Stand and battle, knight blessed thrice!
Wield thy foul-fair device,
And cry as you slay this foul fiend,
"By my masterful pommel thou hast been beaned!"

Reviews are starting to come in:

Come, come into my magic ship

Narrator: From the 6th August to the 6th November Page 73 to 74 nears its conclusion

I answwred myself choir: he answwred himself

Bwahahahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

the choir walks off in an orderly fashion.

There is a blast of a Hammond chord that resonates throughout the auditorim causing many people to leap out of their seats and scream.

and the security personnel tried to keep the peace in the auditorium, but instead of using their guns to achieve this, they just started spontaneously to form a choir, singing:

Edited by someone_else - December 17 2010 at 09:15