How The People Spoke
Listening to King Gizzard
the wondrous night
she declared her love
some great harmonica
on Nonagon Infinity
at least it sounded like harp
someone pulled it out
of a dirty red bandana
and rubbed it off
nine sides looking for a tenth
or keeping one out
never to be a wheel
how I listened hard
to the organ and guitar
a blue plum plucked from a tree
hear it again too fast
and so easy to lose
like a word or two
I'll mention it someday
when the world's pretty
and the road is smooth
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