palanquin trumpet
Trumpet blowing brass ass band.
Unknowing by Count Understand.
Notes colliding, cancelin' sound
Logic hiding, cancelin' found.
Trumpet blowing brass ass bad
Summoning all the forces of sad.
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An' every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
Yes and no superimposed
Iron pyrite golden clothes.
Dry land under water
Crystals growing to disorder.
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An' every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
Tall buildings missing floors.
Dressers missing drawers
Tall words all with bores,
Only designed to wage wars.
Loot disappears down a laundry shoot.
As fake owls don't give a hoot.
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An' every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
Repetition sprouts as divine myth
Gumming t' death in one golden stiff.
Reality starts to take a bow,
Sees it's fake, says, "Not now".
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
Little lame ballon man holds a hundred balloons
Pyramided to the sky this afternoon.
Each one red and not seeming t' stop
Trumpet's note says, gimme the top.
Takes an hour, usin' every gear.
Trumpet wails, "Never mind, I'm outa here".
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An' every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
The golden calf,
The askance laugh,
The cummerbund
Masquerading as a sash
Announce the comin',
Announce the shovin'
Of the profane word
Down the throats of the herd
While all the while
With class and style
No intent t' beguile
Gabriel blows his infinite horn
An' every single trumpet sorry it was ever born.
And way up high, looking down.
Higher than the sky, chair of a clown
From somewhere not here or there,
From behind a tree that you can't see,
An am, a be for you and me,
Puck stirs the air of the trumpet’s stare.
No time now to wail an' mourn.
An' betray the beauty of Gabriel's horn,
Puck wipes the frown off each trumpet's face
An' reveals the genius of everlasting grace.