Dry Martin

A man of many names keeps his knowledge locked away
Many miles down south until there's people like me who need his aid
He's kicked cancer in the nutz and told it to fuck off
More times than I've fully processed what he's saying into coherent thought

Dry martin is so named because his humour's dryer than the Atacama desert
And thank god because that stuff got me through a bleak and rough dissertation
I really wish I could've spent more time talking with you
About stuff which kind of relates to what I'm working on but feels pretty unrelated too

Philosophy and musicology make for a taxing combination
But then he decides to compose on the side to add to his list of publications
To be quite frank he's a bit of tank, and you're lucky if you get to meet him
Although you might find out that he doesn't tell you about a chapter he wrote about a book
That was almost exactly what you were discussing in your dissertation
And you only end up discovering it 3 weeks before the fucking deadline