here's the villanelle you requested ...
Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, It was just one of those things just one of those crazy flings Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash Then quick as a lightning flash that castle began to crash Out of the feudal wrecks and heapâd-up skeletons of kings, Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, He was dreaming of the pigskin seats and the walnut dash Maybe it's the fertilizer maybe it's the nose rings Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash But he offered some red hot speed and some really high grade hash You've made a bad connection 'cause I just want your s** Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentagram-shaped rash. The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash Everybody got stoned it was a gas it was a smash So you pack up all your things and cut those apron strings Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash
created for you September 9th 2024 12:36
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| A | Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, | Enjoy, Bjork |
| B | It was just one of those things just one of those crazy flings | Just One Of Those Things, Nat King Cole |
| A | Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash | Carl Perkins' Cadillac, Drive-by Truckers |
| A | Then quick as a lightning flash that castle began to crash | Make It Another Old-Fashioned, Please, Julie London |
| B | Out of the feudal wrecks and heapâd-up skeletons of kings, | Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman |
| A | Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, | Enjoy, Bjork |
| A | He was dreaming of the pigskin seats and the walnut dash | Kinder Murder, Elvis Costello |
| B | Maybe it's the fertilizer maybe it's the nose rings | If It Were Up To Me, Cheryl Wheeler |
| A | Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash | Carl Perkins' Cadillac, Drive-by Truckers |
| A | But he offered some red hot speed and some really high grade hash | A Gallon Of Gas, The Kinks |
| B | You've made a bad connection 'cause I just want your s** | Cracked Actor, David Bowie |
| A | Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, | Enjoy, Bjork |
| A | I gotta go see my doctor about this itchy pentagram-shaped rash. | Get In Line, Barenaked Ladies |
| B | The wounds of time kill you but the surgeon's knife only stings | Jerusalem On The Jukebox, Richard Thompson |
| A | Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash | Carl Perkins' Cadillac, Drive-by Truckers |
| A | Everybody got stoned it was a gas it was a smash | 4% Pantomime, Band |
| B | So you pack up all your things and cut those apron strings | Hanging On, Drive-By Truckers |
| A | Bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, sit, bash, | Enjoy, Bjork |
| A | Like Dammit Elvis don't he know he ain't no Johnny Cash | Carl Perkins' Cadillac, Drive-by Truckers |
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