Shane discreetly sent out vines ahead behind himself as he strode across the stage to his mic, creating the illusion of flowers growing wherever he trod. Red and black rock n roll flowers. He looked like he was born to stand before a crow as he spoke into the mic.
"Alright folks. First, let me address the big green elephant in the room. Yes, our illustrious frontman is a bloody Green Man lookin' bastard. Get over it."
"Second, we might be considered a little experimental. But so were the greats in their day. So let's all hope we're half as gloriously awesome, yeah?
"And third... fuck it, let's just go."
He began gently singing as he strummed his guitar, his voice like silk and honey.
"Little black submarines
Operator please
Put me back on the line
Told my girl I'd be back
Operator please
This is wreckin' my mind
Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen it glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind... "
It sounded much like the original artist, but with the saxophone and Shane's own classical elements giving it a new and ephemeral sounding aspect. Then the heavier half kicked in and his inner performer was on full display as he moved along with the music, putting just the right amount of power into his voice.
"Pick you up, let you down
When I wanna go
To a place I can hide
You know me, I had plans
But they just disappeared
To the back of my mind
Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen a glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind
Treasure maps, fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it's time
Stolen friends and disease
Operator please
Patch me back to my mind
Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen a glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind"
All said, it was a bit mix and match but it worked.