Wild and fearful in his cavern
Hid the naked video idiot
And the homeless nomad wandered
Laying waste the fertile plain.
Menacing with spear and arrow
In the woods the hunter strayed...
Woe to all poor wreteches stranded
On those cruel and hostile shores!

From the peak of high end audio
Came Grosse Fatigue down,
Seeking in those savage regions
His lost audio friends.
But Grosse found no refuge,
Found no kindly welcome there,
And no bearing witness
To the worship of audio.

Grand Finale: Ode to Joy and Chaos..

From the fields and from the vineyards
Came no fruit to deck the feast,
Only flesh of blood-stained victims
Shouldered on the alter-fire.
Would the video idiot purge his soul and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.

Joy everlasting fostereth
The soul of all creation,
The cup of life with flame
The grass hath turned
Each blade toward the light
And solar systems have vevolved
From chaos and dark night,
Filling the realms of boundless space

At bounteous nature's kindly breast,
All things that breath drink joy,
And bird and beasts and creaping things
All follow the wreath, the foaming must,
To angels, to insects -sensual lust.

First published (and deleted by the moderator) in AVSForum (20K board).
- Grosse Fatigue