Xylorimba

We've seen this one before
Another holy war
I gave up keeping score
Disharmony is raging in the orchestra
Percussion section
Is this hatred or affection?
Said the sad marimba,
"I saved myself for him but
I know my chance is very slim"
But unbeknownst to her there is a xylophone
Who waits alone and
Hopes they can make some connection
Some connection made
Though both of them afraid
Every night they prayed
Until they had a little girl and named her
Xylorimba
A family name;
A portmanteau of what's within ya
But generations change
Folks looked at her as strange
She had her mother's range
And her father's brightness but she was
virtually ignored
By most civilians
And favoured by some vaudevillians
The Mozart serenades
The ticker tape parades
The things she never played
The list was getting longer and the forecast grim
But for Xylorimba
Xylorimba wins
She does what she wants
She knows who she is and she's free
The list was getting longer and the forecast grim
But for Xylorimba
Xylorimba wins
I'll take obscurity
Over purity
Is that maturity?
It's either talent or it's luck
We're beaten and struck like
Xylorimba
Xylorimba!