Tag Archives: Accordion

May 20, 2014 · 7:45 am

Accordian to the prophecy…

Some Texan ghosts have moved in;
To dance with them they want us.
It makes me feel special somehow
To say they polka haunt us.

There is something inherently scary
About playing an organ late at night.
Might be Hollywood cliche,
But it still causes some fright.

There’s nothing scary at all
About a piano at midday.
It’s just one of those things
You don’t care about either way.

An accordion is happy
Anytime at all.
That’s why I go to an accordion church
That just happens to be at the mall.