But I Don’t Wanna Sing About Guitars

Downtown at the music place
Everyone's playing, all on their own
And all at once, a suspicious lurking ambiance
(It's gettin' dark)
(Mark Shippy solo)

The audience is losing patience
You better not be
Lying to us
Or dearly you'll pay
It's not just okay
Our boiling blood will ruin your day

As soon as you hear
The sound of the horns
The harps + the lyres
The gold smiths are shamed
The instruments fakes
They got no breath in their wakes

(Glen Galaxy solo; Mark, Glen, Mark descending then...Chris Cohen plays the blues! Then the guit orch rocks it hard.)

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is
Awake harp + lyre, the dawn is waiting patiently
Come me + all, celebrate with all our might(y)

Procession coming from the highest place
Mountains move closer to get to hear clear
We sing a new song on our 10 string lyres
Charming savage beats + religious spirits
Exchanging lies for truth...so hear the...

The horn, the flute, the sun + the sky
The harp + the moon, guitars strumming
Animals humming
Celebrate with your might