Wreck of the everyday periodical.

"Lightfoots demise a lesson for all media" was the headline that popped up on google news.

A lesson they won't learn from.

anyways here's a song to the tune of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the twitterers on down
Of the big star they call Gordon Lightfoot
The man, it is said, never turns up dead
When the blogs of February turn gloomy.

With a load of bullshit piled higher than a mile
More than the entire internet weighed empty
While the singer its true, had a bone to be chewed
When the obituaries of February came early

The rumor was the pride of the American side
Coming out from some dude in Wisconsin
As the big trolls go it was bigger than most
Propagating far and wide without reason

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the pranks turn the minutes to hours
The google searchers all say they'd have saved time that day
If they'd put in fifteen more minutes to find him.

anyways thats why I'm not a songwriter I get bored easily.