I wrote this song about Robert Palmer.  Hope you like it.

Robert Palmer Reference

I came here for a Robert Palmer Reference

To fill up the holes in my heart

I was addicted to love

And that’s a pretty bad place to start

I got caught up in the riptide

I liked when they ended it with a reprise

They told me it was like fire with you looked into his eyes

I didn’t believe until I saw it, I thought that they had lied

When I woke up I saw something

Out of the corner of my eye

And I started to cry, turned out it was that guy

I saw that he had something in his hand

It seemed a little out of place

A scroll that rolled up into

 a little tiny briefcase

A tattoo on his thigh

Said he was here to save the human race

Some kind of king

He seemed pretty mythical

Some kind of lord

He was anything but typical

That thing in that briefcase

Was simply irresistible

He had blood on his shirt

Told me he’d seen some things

Ate the flesh of captains, of horses, just like in Chapter 19

Spent some time with those girls with the straight black hair

Patrick Nagel looks, chin set with a carpenter’s square

One of his friends, who looked like he had wings

Was standing in the sun

Was staring at the sea

 I heard them call him ‘Elohim’

I didn’t think they were talking to me

Then the star did something I’d never seen before

Right after they called him ‘Jehovah’

It went full bore, it went hardcore

It went Heavy Nova

The last thing I asked Him

Was to tell me I’m not Dreaming

He just opened his mouth

And out came a sword

Said ‘Read chapter 27 of that book written by

Those priests for those jurisprudence guys

I’m really into redeeming’

I came here for a Robert Palmer Reference

To fill up the holes in my heart

I came here for a good time

And you’re tearing me apart

I came here for a good time

And you’re tearing me apart

I just wrote this today while thinking about the show last night.  Thanks to everyone who came out.  Maybe this will turn into a song someday.  Just wanted to share it with you.

-Nick

Better get those dancing shoes off the shelf

Better get a clean bill of health

We’re going out tonight and standing in circles

Making fun of everyone else

The kids are getting hypnotized

The kids are falling through the ice

And I heard it takes all kinds

Guys you know

Guys you don’t

Turning the bars and clubs into combat zones

Better get those dancing shoes off the shelf

Because I’m never coming home

Those guys with computers

Decks and tracks and equalizers

Those tough hardware guys

Who listen to Aces High

With 2 minutes to midnight

They seem pretty alright

They drink and spend seasons in the abyss

Trade copies of destroyer and kiss

Take jagermeister shots

Rock Rock Till they drop

Sleep in the heavy metal parking lot

It takes all kinds

It takes me and you

Those guys looking for a mustang in daphne blue

They like sebadoh III but not earthquake glue

Treating the pawn shops like a salon

Jaguars and Jazzmasters

You know you turn me on

It takes all kinds

It takes me and you

But I am happy

I hope you are too

That those big bands sometimes come through

That we’ve got so many scenes to fall into

That we’ve got some colossal youth

I am happy

I hope you are happy too

I am happy

I hope you are happy too