Who can now remember Zebediah Lane? The great singing sensation of 1909 With his chicken and his monkey and his ukelele He achieved what seemed like undying fame But now his multiplatinum wax cyclinder rolls Like his name, have crumbled away One hundred years from now Who will still be famous? Scott McCaughey of The Minus 5 John Crist of the Dashboard Saviours Or their collaborators Pearl Jam, REM, Sonic Youth, Guided By Voices The Walkabouts, The Posies Ken and John The Presidents of the United States Of America Not them, the other ones? Massive popularity is never enough Not even worldwide acclaim or universal love Can guarantee eternities of honour For our names As Velazquez and Picasso will happily explain History remembers the names Of those who creep out of the shadows And reposition the frames Beam me up, Scott McCaughey Lets take The Minus 5 at warp factor 3 To a planet just like Earth, to a city like Madrid To a place just like the Prado Gallery Well spend the day just looking at Las Meninas Asking ourselves Who was that king? What was his name? The one who let his family get in the way Of the selfportrait Velazquez was painting? Wearing shades at night is never enough Not exceptional skill or below zero cool at Minus 5 degrees Can guarantee eternities of honour for our names As Scott McCaughey and I have no doubt realised History remembers the names Of those who creep out of the shadows And reposition the frames
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