L. Brodie

L. is 119 years old. She is the Electric Guitarist of Come, Spirit. L. is also known as "Alice". L. is located in Moscow at Libertine in Moscow.

L. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.

Ode to Lutefisk

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Song Details

The music is above average and the lyrics are decent. The song was written 11/15/2005 by L. Brodie. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 86
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: None
Owner: Ascension
First Revealed: 11/15/2005 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

This song has no instruments. It was possible to write songs without instruments in the early days of this game. This is no longer possible.

Special Lyrics

They seemed very pleasant
In fact, even nice
But as I entered their home
I should have thunk thrice!

"It's a tradition,
You must try it once."
They smiled as they said it,
As if to a dunce.

I hung up my hat
At their table I sat
Then accepted a glass
"You'll need it. Don't ask."

"What are you serving?"
I asked hungrily
The ominous answer:
"Just wait and you'll see."

What was brought to the table
I couldn't quite say
Perhaps it's just me,
Is food supposed to be grey?

If I'd had a cold
I'd be cured by the shock
That smell would have killed me
Sinuses all unblocked.

I summoned up courage
For I must be polite
With heart thumping, hand shaking
I took a small bite.

The taste, oh, the taste
Words fail me, to my shame
It has shortened my life
and left psychological maim.

With tears in my eyes
and gasping for breath,
I wondered why these nice folks
Seeked to cause my death.

Those Scandis were laughing
At their funny trick
But I wasn't smiling
And in fact, felt quite sick.

If good can come from my pain
That is my final wish
Heed my word when in Norway
And never touch the lutefisk!