Could This Be Magic?
Van Halen's version of a pub ballad. Shows fantastic acoustic guitar work by Eddie, who - don't laugh now - would have made a fantastic classical guitarist. I can imagine him playing anything by Tárrega ... I can hear his rapid fire style just bringing those pieces to new fire!
MR says, "OK Verble if you stop doing my job, here, and lemme gittdownta bizness, I got some lines you want me to penscribe here, so . . .
If I told you I sailed out tomorrow,
Would your eyes they fill with such sorrow
That you would bring me a beer
And sit beside me, my dear,
And present me your maidenhead to borrow?
[a pause a the café]
Verble: That's terrible!
MR: Wha - !
Verble: "maidenhead to borrow." You don't borrow a maidenhead - you take it -
Lucky Moran: . . . and for a limerick it doesn't scan at ALL.
MR: What do you know?! Philistine! The narrator is ASKING to borrow it - that don' make no pretense that izz actually real. He knowzzit - but the GIRL don' knowzzit! See?
Verble: I don't care. I'm not paying you for that.
MR: You never payzme anywayz!
Verble: [walking to the back] Still doesn't scan right.
MR: [mimicking] 'still duzznt scan right' - everybuddy's a critic!
Lucky: Well, he's right. Here. Run it by me again . . .
Otis Redwing: If you wanna turn it into a pub ballad, you could give it a refrain, something like "Sail away with someone's daughter"
Lucky: Dude - that's part of the song.
Otis: Hey, don't get bent. I'M not the poet here - HE is! and right now it looks like he's chewing the counter.
The Barista comes down the counter with a rag and a new mocha and says, "As Oscar Wilde once wrote 'a poet can survive anything but a misprint'"