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Refrigerator Saga - Wazmo Nariz



     
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On the shelf in the door sits the mustard once more.
Through the jar he keeps track for to tally the score.In the refrigerator saga,
tales of lives in the larder,
with the hint of something rotting in the freeze.I am the meatloaf, said I, as the melon passed by.
And so we talked most the day, fell in love in the tray.In the refrigerator saga,
tales of love in the larder,
and the eggplant keeps soaking up the grease.In the end, we will only hold a grudge against the bread.
And our love, so preserved, will be a fitting sandwich spread.But soon the mustard was miffed, thought the melon was his.
He saw it all in this box, saw the bagel love lox.In the refrigerator saga,
the deviled eggs make lifer harder,
but my love for you will never grow cold.Yes, I, the meatloaf, have cried since my crust has now dried.
And since my melon has gone, for warmer climes I now long.In the refrigerator saga,
tales of lives in the larder
and the eggplant keeps soaking up the grease.In the end, we will only hold a grudge against the bread.
And our love, so preserved, will be a fitting sandwich spread..

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Wazmo Nariz was an eccentric creative force on the Chicago new wave scene in the mid-70's. His sound was pre-Devo wild guitar and synth robotics. He always wore two neck ties- no one knows why. He seemed normal in every way until he took the stage, where his convulsive singing and stage antics could only be described as what one would imagine if James Brown was getting electric shock treatments while performing Cold Sweat. He hosted the IRS Records excellent TV show The Cutting Edge in the 80's.

Wazmo Nariz on Last.fm.


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