"Speak to me Kurt," the medium said.
But the signal was as flat as Keira Knightley.
I guess it's hard to talk when you don't have a head.
Not to mention looking rather unsightly.
So she moved on, to Jim Morrison
Who we thought would be good for a laugh.
But no-one replied with a lizard-based song.
I suppose he was stuck in the bath.
No talk on the line from the late Johnny Cash.
Michael Hutchence wasn't hanging around.
I guess Buddy Holly must already have crashed.
George Harrison didn't make a sound.
Mama Cass may have been choking on something.
Elvis didn't rise from his seat.
Either Sid Vicious was busy shooting junk in
Or forcing Karen Carpenter to eat.
After two hours of nothing but silence
A voice from the other side spoke
It said "What's the point of this farcical seance
Is it meant to be some kind of joke?
You're messing with things that you don't understand
And I strongly advise you to stop.
And curse this crappy cable channel In Demand
For charging ten dollars a pop."
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A sound analysis of a suspect event. Death be not proud, as John Donne wrote in some old poem.
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