In a mystic land
lived a little man
Frumpy Ogden Styre
whom lived beneath the briers
He wore a candle crown
and sat behind a frown
and there he'd sit all day
lonely and afraid
All the day he'd sit and stare
with antiseptic hollow eyes
Ugly little homely gnome
alone he sits in candle light
Every night turns out the light
and lets his mind go outer space
On the liquid sheen
lands a strange machine
Behind the rattling gears
a small strange creature peers
A door then opens slow
then from the mystic glow
A small grey hand appears
thus drawing Frumpy near
All the day he'd sit and stare
with antiseptic hollow eyes
Ugly little homely gnome
alone he sits in candle light
Every night turns out the light
and lets his mind go outer space
In the mystic realm
in propeller gown
Frumpy Ogden Styre
lives above the spires
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth