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