The Ballad of Stan Back

There was this man
Playin’ music and rappin’
Some called him Stan Back
Described him in a low sense
Put him on a rack
Put him on a rack

Jammin’ electro spam
Name o‘ the band‘s Noise Glam
With confidence
In the whole noise shebang
This is the plan
This is the plan

This is the ballad of Stan Back
He was feared
Scarin‘ people to death
Trippled his art effort
Till he drove his art to a mad bet

After checkin‘ discoursive fuck
Reproducing hybrids
Of anthropological meta-trans
Stan became a gas G6: Space Echo
Started a sustainable fire
Retaining surplus desire

The ballad of Stan Back
He was feared,
Scarin‘ people to death
Drove his art to a mad bet
All messed up, in a rush
Headed for a full royal flush

His stingy hotness burned his wings
Diving into, diving into the chimes
Even if this was fiction
Dreamin’ of a great redemption
He had all the time in the world
Stan was a myth, a legend, a lie
But as you would imagine, he was shy

Stan was commonly considered
To be a dialectical wizard
But jammin’ so crass
Costs him his ass

Jammin’ electro spam
Name o‘ the band‘s Noise Glam
With confidence
In the whole noise –
noise shebang
But after all
It doesn’t fit his plan
Doesn’t fit his plan

This is the ballad of Stan Back
Some used to sing:
Stan Back was fadin‘ black
He’s feared,
Scarin‘ people to death
Puts his art on a mad bet

Comin‘ from Bohemia
And going public
Dreamin‘ of a great redemption
Even this was fiction.
With all his ideas
after all, Stan disappeared

In the age of the
Mad bet pharmacy
The masses and the mighty
Remote-controlled Stanley
The man disappeared

Think he was monstrous
Yes, he was
Yes, he was
Until he disappeared
He was monstrous
Yes, he was
Yes, he was