Desperate to Get Into Prog

Run from the nightmare dwelling thing of fear
That drips with dread and creeps so near
To perch on your shoulder on its feculent rear
And speak the unspeakable into your ear.

(ANYBODY WANT TO START A PROG ROCK BAND?)

The thunder of the morning
Was the new age boldly dawning
While the giants were still yawning
In their castle down below.

(I CAN'T PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, BUT I SING OKAY AND CAN WRITE LYRICS.)

The alphabet of sorrow
Wrote the story of tomorrow
And the ghouls down in the barrow
Gnawed the bones of Mia Farrow.

(I'M THINKING WE COULD BE SORT OF MODERN LIKE THE MARS VOLTA.)

Across the singing galaxies
The stars crowned a new king
To challenge mankind's fallacies
And stroll on Saturn's rings.

(OR MAYBE MARILLION.)

A million bright green changes were brought forth by Father Time
To push the evolution of the primordial slime.
But devilish Death was waiting by the ocean with a scythe
To fight his endless battle with the living host of life.

(WE COULD DO SOMETHING MORE OLD SCHOOL THOUGH.)

Earth turns in flagrant beauty
From cold to tropical and back.
Each man will do his duty
To keep the sun from turning black.

(I KNOW A GUY WHO OWNS A COUPLE OF KEYBOARDS.)

The swordsman swings his weeping blade
Through the tears of Guinevere
Each one a diamond in the glade
Of Arthur's horned and cheated fear.

(BUT ONE OF THEM'S BROKEN.)