Flashing spotlights illuminating,
Ebullient musicians, captured audience, communicating
On simple platforms of the soul circus,
All boogie, groovy and marvelous
Tigers and lions from within
Your soul dance in no way phony
Senses manipulated, loss of respectable bearin’
Released by these voices of angelic harmony,
To all existing limits and boundaries,
These vivacious beasts perform,
Of for once, truthful treacheries,
And to Apollo, they decently conform
Flew along the delusions of the soul circus
Hallucinogens rush, fueled and oblivious,
From St. Cecelia’s melodious voices,
Imprisoning the spectators senses
Pious disciples’ vigorous recruitment
Of enrapturing musical tunes,
My redemption of chaotic adjournment,
Oblivious outsiders’ description of loons
Musicians’ jamboree, jovial soul circus, and godly concertos,
Welcome to the world we call, Musicians’ Utopia
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