The drums fell in beating on themselves
the guitars squawking awkwardly
staccato burst of invisible trumpet, the,
violins consuming their own colorful echoes

oh why is my head spinning loose on my shoulders and
what is the meaning of this heavenly spotLight spotLighting
me so that I flex out my arms like great wooden beams,
I: levitating over the heads, They: wowing great shrieking wows

and the band creak-ee-kra-clanking along,
falling back and forth and backwards
and forwards all into and over itself
kicking time into disc-reet-clock-lick-ling units,
the people a-oh-tangling-tangle of slithering limbs and spinning heads

oh you should have seen it the piano
was inside out so that the keys pounded themselves
to the great crashing beat of drum set unsettled,
the broken cymbals singing out ohhhh holey Liiiiight! and
the pump organ breathing devil fumes of our Fire
who Art in heaven, haloed be thy name

and alcohol oh the alcohol oh the oh the oh (the)
forever and ever and ever and forever
rewinding or for-warding or spinning circles in our ears
so that all things undesirable are utterly escapismed