Originally Posted by Bill Draper
Marty = shameless......because he thinks we are all dyfunks, but he still posts.

ben = witless......because he thinks he is a great wit/ but is only half the time

FD = aimless....because half the time he is lucid....but then thunders around uselessly

LOL

Bill, this is awesome...

Beautiful Mess

Verse 1
One guy is shameless, drops in now and then
Like he's been elected mayor by a vote of one again
Calls us all the dyfunks, says we're going wrong
Though he hardly ever posts a single little song

Verse 2
One guy is witless, thinks he's Oscar Wilde
Half the time he's brilliant, half the time he's wild
Drops another one-liner, waits for the applause
Then spends three pages arguing his own cause

Pre-Chorus
Everybody's talking, nobody's listening
Threads keep growing while the sparks keep glistening

Chorus
It's a crazy little songwriter town
Everybody's trying to take everybody down
We're throwing words like confetti in a fight
Then we're back again tomorrow night
Oh-oh-oh, what a beautiful mess
Too much ego, too little finesse
But when the dust settles and the smoke clears out
We're still hanging around, no doubt

Verse 3
One guy is aimless, starts out making sense
Then he storms around the forum jumping every fence
Half the time he's lucid, half the time he's gone
Chasing every rabbit trail from dusk till dawn

Chorus
It's a crazy little songwriter town
Everybody's trying to take everybody down
We're throwing words like confetti in a fight
Then we're back again tomorrow night.
Oh-oh-oh, what a beautiful mess
Too much ego, too little finesse
But when the dust settles and the smoke clears out
We're still hanging around, no doubt

Bridge
We're critics, comics, poets in disguise
Kings and queens of overanalyzed replies
Maybe we're ridiculous, maybe that's the charm
Nobody gets hurt, just a little verbal harm

Final Chorus
It's a crazy little songwriter town
Everybody's trying to take everybody down
But beneath the noise and all the back-and-forth
There's a bunch of dreamers proving what they're worth
Oh-oh-oh, what a beautiful mess
Too much ego, too little finesse
But when the dust settles and the smoke clears out
We're still hanging around, no doubt