I want to make so many faces,
At this business of yours, at this talk!
My prayers are not on your eyes!
You do not know my God, it would appear. You can't.
You will see, when we open up our bodies like instrument cases,
And heave side-swiping crash echo to the stars,
Like a Rum & Coke of Christ Consciousness.
Yeah, then, again, we'll sing of true whimsicality in being.
SCA 1994