Lyrics:Three Might Be Duende
|Three Might Be Duende
|By: They Might Be Giants
The Monochrome Martinet His texture is starch The song is a march And from the beginning His Duende was winning But though he's a worthy emcee He'll never be part of the three Orpheum act Faustian pact Three Might Be Duende, in fact
Necropolis Blownapart A ghostly sight Emerges bright Hot from the embers The first team member Is hatching a dastardly plan Like a bird with a dastardly egg Trapped in his time Lost in his rhymes One Might Be Duende defined!
Apocryphal Espadrille The shaper of dreams Returns to the scene No diorama Could match his drama A smile that would frighten the blind The incubus freezes the mind Fooled by his charm Right off the farm Sound Might Be Duende's alarm
Dystopio Smashedtobits The keeper of dust The builder of rust When you discover Sleep's older brother The trio is finally complete The trio has just one conceit Forged by their past First in their class Three Might Be Duende (Three Might Be Duende) Three Might Be Duende (Three Might Be Duende) Three Might Be Duende at last