adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

With the start of the lovebug season here, I thought of this song I wrote several years ago and has been a performance staple for me since. Apparently I've never posted the lyric in my blogs (not here, anyway) so here we go:

The Swarm

He started in Ohio, in a brand new Cadillac;
Silver-haired wife beside him, her poodle in the back.
Drove real slow to look at the sights, headed where it was warm,
Until they reached the Florida line, that's where they met the swarm...

Then it was love bugs on the windshield, love bugs on the grill,
Love bugs smashed all over that Caddy, all over that de Ville;
As he drove down I-Seventy-five, he got madder and madder,
Listening to those love bugs going splatter, splatter, splatter!

It didn't matter where he went, the swarm would be there,
'Cause exhaust is an aphrodisiac, wafting through the air;
They're over every highway that runs through the state,
Bound and determined to find themselves a mate...

So it's love bugs on the windshield, love bugs on the grill,
If you head down that Interstate, how many will you kill?
They'll be stuck to your wipers, their little wings a-tatter,
You can't stop those love bugs going splatter, splatter, splatter!

Stephen Brooke ©1991

That pretty much sums up lovebugs -- they congregate and copulate over the highways a couple times a year and end up plastered on automobiles in very large numbers.

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