And as the monster towed them ‘round they raised their eyes and felt the sound as out of the mist a mountain peak was rising
Simon: Welcome to our secret isle of groove I’m Simon, its protector, and you fellows four have proved you’ve a part to play in my friends’ favorite tunes which they’ve practiced now for decades since their jam band got marooned back in nineteen seventy-nine oh, the times they were a changin’ mainland music became an assembly line ‘til finally they saw no point to return, so they settled here forever, where their songs ring out eternal
their radios were all shut down they formed their own live music town and never wondered if the mainland missed them
And as the raft was pulling in, Steve sensed the battle he must win, was to convince this band to go back with them and play the mainland