They Might Be Giants - Three Might Be Duende Lyrics
The monochrome martinetHis texture is starchThe song is a marchAnd from the beginningHis duende was winningBut though he's a worthy M.C, He'll never be part of the three, Orpheum hackedFaustian pactThree might be duende, in fact.Necropolis blowing apartA ghostly sightEmerges brightHot from the embersThe first team memberIs hatching a dastardly planLike a bird with a dsastardly eggTrapped in his timeLost in his rhymsOne might be duende defined.Apocyrphal espadrilleThe shaper of dreamsReturns to the sceneNo diorama Could match his dramaA smile that would frighten the blindThe incubus freezes the mindFooled by his charm, Right off the farm, Sound might be duende's alarm.Dystopia Smashed to bits, The keeper of dust, The builder of rust, When you discover Sleep's older brother, The trio is finally complete, The trio has just won his seat, Forged by their past, First in their class, Three might be duende, Three might be duende, Three might be duende at last.