fragments
drum roll
fanfare
a high keening vocal
cue the groove
and that’s the groove
and that’s the groove
keep it there, keep it there,
that’s the groove
dozens of fragments of
unwritten songs are
bouncing off the walls of
my padded cell of a brain
and the coloured girls go
padded cell, padded cell
keep it there, keep it there,
that’s the groove
words detach from melodies
and grab for a passing tune
drifting like slow witted balloons
through my padded cell of a brain
and the coloured girls go
padded cell, padded cell
solo: starts as a marimba,
turns gradually into bagpipes
isolated wisps escape
occasionally – someone sneaks in
a cake with a file in it
or a pen
and the wisp is free to roam
where it will
I guess that was the bridge
keep it there, keep it there,
that’s the groove
dozens of fragments of
unwritten songs are
bouncing off the walls of
my padded cell of a brain
and the coloured girls go
padded cell, padded cell
padded cell, padded cell
repeat and fade,
with bagpipes dueling with panpipes into the dusk
