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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s fifty years since people said Look… on the tele… Hitler And maybe you just sat there stunned Like something big had bit ya There, on the keyboard, Ronald Mael His brother, Russ, the singer They grabbed me then, forevermore Their song? A real humdinger Five decades on, they're in my soul I’m sure they’ve shaped my humour They’re an integral part of me No rumour and no tumour* And do you know what’s truly mad… Their album, just released ‘Mad!’ is its name, and there’s no shame That number two it reached It came to pass, they’d come anew And these shores would be blessed To be here for the me and you Like THEY would be OUR guest *** I had a ticket, bought and paid My idols I would see I cannot wait to see them And I’ll travel land and sea But what the hell; all is not well My passage has been blocked There is an ocean I must cross But all my plans are rocked For there’s a festival at large Of which I was unknowing The ferries that I planned to use Are booked to overflowing My car can’t fly and nor can I And no one’s dug a tunnel The ferry services are full Both Wightlink and Red Funnel I cannot swim the waters Though they hold quite placid sharks And so I’ll always rue the day When I did not see Sparks ————————————————— *Rumours spread like tumours, too too fast and too too true (from BC by Sparks)
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