El Zee

As an exercise (to keep myself awake on a night shift), I thought I'd compose a song / poem using song titles by a well known rock band. I know I should have stopped earlier (some might say before I wrote it), but the challenge was there, to include every last title (well, those according to Wikipedia). This may mean something to you...

El Zee

Ten Years Gone and I’m sitting on this Night Flight
I start to
Ramble On to Friends who do not know me.
How Many More Times will I be Going to California?
Drinking Tea for One up in the Ozone Baby?

For Your Life to me is What Is and What Should Never Be
I Can't Quit You Baby, but Your Time Is Gonna Come
You know You Shook Me, when you said Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
The Good Times Bad Times Rock And Roll me; Baby Come On Home

I’ve been Dazed and Confused by your Communication Breakdown
Since I've Been Loving You That's the Way it falls.
I'm Gonna Crawl Out on the Tiles and say 'Thank You'.
But Hey Hey What Can I Do? The Song Remains the Same in all

Bring It On Home my Living Loving Maid
I’ve got a Whole Lotta Love for you this Celebration Day
In My Time of Dying I’ll send you All My Love
Me and Black Dog- Over the Hills and Far Away

I will be The Rover on that last Stairway to Heaven
In Houses of the Holy I won’t be Trampled Under Foot
I’m no Fool In The Rain, I will hold No Quarter
‘til I, on that Black Mountain Side, my Four Sticks put

In The Light I’ll see The Ocean, sing The Rain Song Down By The Seaside
My Dancing Days are over though it’s Nobody's Fault But Mine.
Then In the Evening I’ll sing The Wanton Song with pride
And with my Black Country Woman, my Heartbreaker, entwine.

And When the Levee Breaks We're Gonna Groove with Darlene
Remember Bonzo's Montreux and eat Candy Store Rock
Poor Tom he got Sick Again on Custard Pie and Tangerine Hot Dog
Trying to Boogie With Stu who danced the Misty Mountain Hop

On a South Bound Saurez flight, Hots On for Nowhere
Wearing And Tearing out his Carouselambra soul
Walter's Walk brought him to the Royal Orleans in Kashmir
Watching Achilles Last Stand by the Gallows Pole

Once in White Summer the Bron-Y-Aur Stomp was raging
Hats Off to (Roy) Harper, who an Immigrant Song was singing
While Moby Dick with Ahab fought The Battle of Evermore
Aboard The Crunge, D’yer Maker bound, the salty spray a’stinging.

Once more, when Travelling Riverside Blues and greens abound
Jones turning pages and gazing at the plants along the shore
And basking in such bonhomie
Thinks the Lemon Song sounds sweeter than before.