Show

Tonight, I arrived early
Let myself in and learned Blackbird on the saxophone
My lips gave out just as people were trickling in

So, away with the column of air
to pick up the familar strings
and I can breath however I wish now

Lights go down, lights come up
I know this show without looking now
so I try to catch a glipse of the players

From down in my pit, I cannot see
except for two convex mirrors
hung long ago along the rail

Beautiful voices are singing
But their bodies are bent
and twisted in the fun-house reflection

A former Miss Philippines
says tonight she's the boss
Her hips shifted unnaturally to the left

Head tall and narrow
doing all it can to escape the confusion
of it's Salvador Dali lower half

A mangled chorus with missing faces
The red one, the blue one, and so forth
yelling for Its salvation in the pause

before the final chord,
Bows