Allow masterman Baggs to judge your prog taste....

However know thou my regal brow is arched in suspicion.

The  appearance of guile   is not welcome in this court.Thou thinkest me gudgeon? Wherefore cometh this news of "Giraffe" of which I have not been informed of through my ministers? Is this spawn of the heretic land of  Guernsey? For if I discover it is so, God's Bodkins!, the halls shall swell with the pulse of spillit blood!

 

My manservant, Dan Dan, shall sift you for further disclosure of this creature, "Giraffe" and then we shall decide your fate at later date.

Yet...

thy inclusion of the much,much-celebrated "Cheerful Insanity of..." lp more than makes up for the above frailty of taste.

 

Hence, I reserve my judgement...

I ask you all -  same personages now -  art thy scruples justified?

 

For, look ye, I now declare "Lex Rex" is indeed a worthy work.

I beg thee, good sir, beist thou kind upon mine poor tastes, for they are young and foolish!

 

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Zappaholic: it bodes not well thou hast say here at all for didst not  Mr Zappa himself bodily declare his music has naught to do with prog? Yet thy moniker puts Franklin on a pedestal here ON A PROG FORUM. What manner of base perversion is this to so get entertainment of attempting to gull us true knights of progdom.

 

What boots it for thou to even make appearance here before us.

 

Take thy gammon escutcheon of yellow pee and weasels (Rampant  and Sanglant)  ripping flesh to a forum concernid with novelty-rock, not prog.

Ah well, such it will be.  I of course will never have a say in such matters, as I am nothing but a humble djentleman who prefers the extremities of ear-shattering metal to the pleasantries of classic prog rock, and as we all know much too well, those ne'er-do-wells are best left unperturbed, lest they become offended rather quickly.

 

Oh resplendent Baggs, beloved amongst all men,

How thou dost whistle thy wisdoms from the midst of this hoary wilderness, our Void

 

How graciously, selflessly thou dost hold thy beacon lantern high in this swirling Ignorance

So to light our passage towards Enlightenment!

 

Oh glorious one, oh Baggs, indeed THE MAN

In what fire wast thou  forged?

What sweating gods fed it?

What talents pounded and shappid thy mettle into present state of supremacy?

 

Didst they who made thee even expect such delight of final product?

 

 

Oh He of the Mighty Scrotal Baggs,

Virtual panjandrum of prog acumen,

What depth of sapience we see exhibited here?

Neath thy firey actinic gaze and smouldering brow.

 

Where, oh where doth Majesty flourish but betwix the supple , accomodating thighs

Of seemly Prog pansophy

 

And what but better conduit to take us there?

 

Baggs, preserve us from the  thousandfold   mite- bites of popinjay newbie-creatures which assail us daily.

For we are but weary knights of honour struggling forward on the path you have graciously laid us.

 

Protect us from legions of Lapsed Ones, beings of the hoi polloi  which cast  bodily mucks upon our worn armour

And gibe and jeer our passage as we harrow our way through their ignominious hinderances.

 

And forgive them, for it avails none to follow THEIR course.

(May their eyes feast on "Three And A Half Men"  for eternity.)

 

Master prog schollard, Baggs,

Mayest God preserve and keep thee.

 

And may sirens and wyverns shriek their dismay, may hedgerow blackbirds sing out their heart's delight,

The day you makest THINE passage to met thy maker.

 

 

Bestow upon us reaching vessels,

but wee gobbets of thy emmense prog schollardship.

For even modicums of Greatness will suffice to uplift our souls.

 

Teach us, master.

Our ohren be avidly ope!

 

Teach us, for we crave DELIVERANCE.

 

"Just for Fun" me arris.

 

My thread has nothing to do with trivia or ferkin' games.

 

It belongs at least in the "Lists" lounge or further up the pole.

 

Disgusting.

 

This stinks!