panatella
panatella
chennai, TN, IN
Other / funk n roll
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Picture this. A lovely house by the beach.
A sylvan backyard and a sprawling verdant lawn.
And on the lawn set up,
a swingstar Tama be.
Cube twenty and the falcon
are eager and antsy.
Soon the black acoustic
claimed its half in there.
Two notes or so we heard it yelp,
and off we were to be.
Not much we thought,
though strummed three chords;
Shadows Symphony.
Songs of loneliness were sung,
of one night stands and blues.
At orange pale they found a home,
so did our first dispute.
Doing shows in football grounds,
we thought we were up there.
Sadly did we realize
there was much more to bear.
Happy breathing and free; one day,
sauntered in K.K.,
Grooving to his train we found,
a new flight to our sound.
'long the way a new form did take,
of us three and the mall.
The Who, Jimi and Bad Company
they stole without much shame.
After they `ere done; farewell.
The drummer and this poet
were flipping through the book of words,
lo and behold! Unearthed.
A paragon? Worthier in fact.
A hymn? Nay! nay! much holier than that.
Agreed upon by all four fella`s,
hence was born our band - Panatella!
The trove arrived, lay ginger inside!
Gold plates for fish, and sticks galore!
A patient wait would come to be,
four strings on wood for him to see.
Brewed are they; the cable guy,
bend over and the country girl.
If you should dread to read this again,
hear me now and I`ll explain.....
A sylvan backyard and a sprawling verdant lawn.
And on the lawn set up,
a swingstar Tama be.
Cube twenty and the falcon
are eager and antsy.
Soon the black acoustic
claimed its half in there.
Two notes or so we heard it yelp,
and off we were to be.
Not much we thought,
though strummed three chords;
Shadows Symphony.
Songs of loneliness were sung,
of one night stands and blues.
At orange pale they found a home,
so did our first dispute.
Doing shows in football grounds,
we thought we were up there.
Sadly did we realize
there was much more to bear.
Happy breathing and free; one day,
sauntered in K.K.,
Grooving to his train we found,
a new flight to our sound.
'long the way a new form did take,
of us three and the mall.
The Who, Jimi and Bad Company
they stole without much shame.
After they `ere done; farewell.
The drummer and this poet
were flipping through the book of words,
lo and behold! Unearthed.
A paragon? Worthier in fact.
A hymn? Nay! nay! much holier than that.
Agreed upon by all four fella`s,
hence was born our band - Panatella!
The trove arrived, lay ginger inside!
Gold plates for fish, and sticks galore!
A patient wait would come to be,
four strings on wood for him to see.
Brewed are they; the cable guy,
bend over and the country girl.
If you should dread to read this again,
hear me now and I`ll explain.....
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