I am feeling pretty self-satisfied at the moment. See, I wrote some lyrics for a new song and managed to squeeze in the awesomest, most literary reference of all: Basho. He’s the famous Japanese haiku expert, who wrote about frogs and banana trees. Hell, if Laura Veirs can do it, I can do it too.

I’m not sure what the melody should be yet.

Threshing Machine

There’s a far-away sound
where the people go down
It’s the clatter and keen
of a threshing machine.

Those teeth of cold steel
can take a man for a meal
Oh how many have died
in its endless insides?

If you saw this Basho
could you know what you know?
all the violence and sound
it’s shaking the ground

like nothing you’ve seen
this threshing machine
will make your heart race
with it’s reckless grace

I got the idea from that ‘Worst Jobs In History’ series with Tony Robinson. I believe Tony Robinson is the epitome of rock.