ON the river's end there's an organ
playing sing along tunes.
Showboats bright pass through
Stopping to eat at the bayou
For all around there is no Sound
Greater, murkier, livelier than that which livens the bayou
Straight-jacket loons dance
under the stars that are free for all of us
Waving, shaking, screaming. Primal exchange.
Exchange, exchange. Silly exchange. If it had anything to do about IT.
Mark price (it don't belong to you)
Where are the knights
We look back. Dead guides.
The cry for help cannot pass through time.
Come, come there's work to be done.
We cannot-must not-waste idle time.
Precious air of ours. It'll blow us to our own victory.
We'll celebrate forever.
On or Off.
Let's be the switch maker.
And when the five horsemen come galloping, bearing thunderous destruction.
I'll tell them: "I like your horse."
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