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THE MOST GROUP On a trip to America I met these few,
In a van, on a tour resembling a zoo.
Squash and Ems at our tours heart,
Oh God, Oh No, please don't get them to start.
They're always all go, never seeming to stop,
Unlike our dear Chedder who liked to- she shopped!
From San Diego to LA again
Travelled the tour we think had the "MOST" fame.
Jas and James, our two likely lads,
Travelled at tours end with Andy our "dad".
Andy or Hugo, a veteren but fun,
Cheered up our lives giving his axe a strum.
Sarah and Kiki our Korean ladies'
Must have thought the rest of us "crazies".
But by our tours short premature ending,
They'd become just like us...a "crazy" charge pending.
And now to our Indy, the Lithuanian beauty,
In a tent with Chedder, was there room with all of her shop booty?
Manami from Japan was an angel on earth,
So thoughtful, so caring she bought Hugo some Canyon Dirt.
Matt and Beef , the Aussie tour mates.
Beefy buggered someone in all 50 States.
And Syd ( that's Matt) to the East Coast he did whirl,
Well he had to go see about an girl. (friend only)
And last but not least, not that, no way,
Comes the man who drove, who guided our play,
And who was he, the Foot Dance King, the master, that's easy,
Mad Mick, the Yank?, the Pom?, no the Kiwi.
And now....Adeu...to the most group I say,
I hope I pray to see all again some day.
So if like Squash and Ems to Downunder you come,
Look me up and we'll go have some fun!
In different minds in different places,
for different people with dreaming faces,
what is perfect is often debated,
that place ,that time, my wondering sated.
For me that place is often so near,
that my eyes can see, I swear I hear....
the music haunting softly sweet,
the cold night air subdued with heat.
Warmth of fire and warmth of heart,
with friends from which you could never part.
Surrounded by mountains in the crisp night air,
a magical place free from dispare.
And so when you're lost and missing us all,
close your eyes, think back and hear the call,
of music, of spirits, the valley's cool breath
of the Most group and our time in the valley of Death.
(BEEF, 08 April 2001, Eva Street Camp Hill.)