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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.