More Stomping

The King of Zembla (a distant northern land) has checked in with his royal opinion about Tiomoid of Angle, panzers and "Stomping Out the Reds."

Using all his tricksy English majoring, His Majesty explains:

Isn't it liberating to know that assonance and scansion are the be-all and end-all of songwriting? We had been under the mistaken impression that lyricists took an occasional interest in what their words actually meant. Now, when we perform our latest romantic ballad, "Phantom Lady," and well-meaning friends tell us how much they like it except for the next-to-last verse, which supposedly "spoils the mood" --

And when the starlight gleams
She comes to him in dreams
The lovely smile that he sees
Is like a pile of feces
His fleeting, phantom lady loooooovvvvvve

-- we can tell them, with absolute confidence, to piss off.

You have to hear it with strings to appreciate its soaring beauty.

And there's more!