A Mismatched Dream
This song was created for Game of Bands round 95 : "Mismatch"
As I faded into sleep,
Drifting gently into dream,
I saw a man that must have been my spirit guide
I stood on stage, and even though,
My karaoke kinda blows,
The people cheered, because they took it all in stride.
Then I looked, and in a fit,
Not in HD, but in 8 bit,
I saw a pixelated man who raised his hand.
He made the horns of the beast,
We sat right down and had a feast,
And bit the heads off bats and birds, and ate their glands!
Then I heard my father’s voice,
And he said son, you have a choice,
To follow the path of what is right and what is wrong.
And as I thought he had a point,
The 8 bit man passed me a joint,
And I forgot… um…
I fell asleep within the dream,
It was a dream within a dream.
The weed I smoked was just that good, or so I thought.
Until I woke and I had found
I was bent over at a hoedown,
You can imagine that I was very much distraught.
The moral of the tale, if you can listen anymore,
Is never trust a man with fewer bits than the ones you knew before,
Keep it safe, keep it clean, avoid a nightmare instead of a dream,
And you won’t end up on the wrong side of a bungholing machine!