"FWLS8" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

This line doesn't have to rhyme, so bite me, alright?

And the chorus :

Soft bits, yeah yeah (soft bits) (repeat 6 times)

Although in text form this song seems rather simplistic, the
combination of vocal and synthesized chords is very heartbeat
moving. The tune is overall enjoyable. For some reason, members
of a PTA organization of HappiWerld attempted to assassinate the
band over this song. I can't understand why. Obviously the song
is talking about a sort of round pillow kept in the crib of a
small child. Family values material if I ever heard it.

The Mental Asylum album had some vivid imagery imbedded in
the lyrics, as well as some spooky-sounding music. A sample :

I just get these headaches
I am not insane
Just because I killed and ate
Your uncle, aunt, and godmother
Doesn't mean I'm a particularly bad person

I just get these headaches
Please don't lock me away
Or I'll be forced to hunt you down with a knife
And spill your pagan blood
All over my newly slipcovered sofa.

This is clearly a political message, warning against the
rising tide of interspecies violence and so forth. I applaud
their peaceful efforts.

Anyway, the music was enjoyable, and eventually night set
in. My next stop was a sort of coffee house called the Whack 'n
Buggl, apparently a new franchise out of Yttia. The decorum is
decidedly dim and depressingly dark (Alliteration!), with a smoky
haze and one spotlight and chair combo for potential poets.

Apparently, the coffee house employed a sniper who would sit
in an unknown area in the rafters and shoot tranquilizer darts at
the extremely bad poets while onstage. I assume this is a safety
precaution from someone hearing a bad poem, and then not
recommending the establishment to their friends. One of the
patrons explained to me that the original branch on Yttia
employed a sniper with live ammunition, but due to local laws
this wasn't possible on C'atel.

Most of the poets were quite enjoyable, but one poem clearly
stands out among the rest. I asked the poet if I could reprint