Orwells Orchestra - Level 10 GYAIT and the Glizzy Lyrics

In a sleepy little town where the river runs cold,
Lived a gyait of legend, mighty and bold,
They called him Level Ten, 'cause he was the best,
A mystery to all, yet a welcomed guest.
Down by the diner, under neon nights,
A glizzy wandered in, tired of the fights,
Heard about the gyait and its gravelly song,
Decided to seek where it truly belonged.
Level Ten Gyait, where are you now?
In the fields, by the barns, or beneath the plow?
Glizzy's on a quest, with a heart full of dreams,
Finding that gyait, or so it seems.
From the worn-down diner to the old honky-tonk,
Past the general store and the rusty water pump,
Glizzy kept searching, with hope in his eye,
Believing in stories, and truths that don't lie.
Finally one day, in the light of dawn's gleam,
In the whispering woods, by the old creek's stream,
There stood the gyait, with a smile so wide,
Glizzy found peace, right there by its side.
Level Ten Gyait, where are you now?
In the fields, by the barns, or beneath the plow?
Glizzy's on a quest, with a heart full of dreams,
Finding that gyait, or so it seems.