Laurence Overmire - Some Old Guy Named Keats lyrics

Some old guy named Keats Keeps singing in my ear Lilting melodies of long lost lore While Byron and Shelley Croon their bitter Sweet harmonies of love Rappin' on my shotgun sensibilities Modern improprieties shod with lust and gore and Bloody insatiable war Hard-a**ed verbiage too rank To hold a purity that harkens To a simpler time A simpler place A simpler way Of being But don't let me go, boys The tuning in and out of syncopated time Spans eons of dreaming nights Till a new heart burns with the hearing Of an ancient voice In an ever-ripening world.