Dudesong: Introduction by The Stranger

[juggynaut]

Take heed before our minstrels start to play:
Some thoughts about the city of L.A.
The angels, this metropolis their home,
Kick tumbleweeds around the streets they roam.
From far beyond the desert sweaty slog
They trudge and bear upon their backs the smog.
The stars above in absence dim the mood}
Of all th'angelic stars of Hollywood}
And quite reflect th'ambitions of our Dude.}
Alas, this cowboy finds himself ahead
Of this ad hoc haphazard nar'tive thread.
"The Dude" was not thus by his parents called
But "Jeff Lebowski" was the name they 'nstalled.
And this Lebowski, with peculiar taste,
Discarded Jeff and left "Dude" in its place.
You mustn't ask this cowboy why he'd switch
Aside to say it keeps my stories rich.
The Dude, this city, both to me so strange,
Afford this poem a home out on the range.
Before 2000 turned our hard drives back,}
And Bush the senior clobbered through Iraq,}
(And then his son decided to go back),}
The Dude was set upon by happenstance
And found himself a hurricane by chance,
And if the Fates had luck enough to lend
They bet the Dude he'd live to see the end.
Be stupefied as I begin to tell}
Just how the Dude precipitously fell,}
And played the hero climbing out of Hell.}
The only thing that makes a hero great
Is how he plays the hand he's dealt by fate.
The Dude, it seems, fit right into his time:
Los Angeles in decade number nine.
His laziness was not a factor when
The open door of life let chaos in.
When duty calls sometimes there is a man,
And 'twas the Dude who had become this man...
Aw, hell. I rambled on for much too long.
This introduction's over. Here's the song: