The Flying Trombone Sisters

They pulled the sun
From the beat of the bumble drum
They blew the planets out of their trombones
The Earth it sang with their spit and bacteria
Until its mouth filled up with lava Oh No!

Some bodies grew
Some of them ate and flew
The shadows of sisters on the underground
We took their tales
And lived on the backs of whales
And waited for words to fall down from the clouds
But out on the streets there were hundreds of flying eyes
Filling each place for the barnacle race
You were there always up in arms
Between the houses the water ran just like us
Pulling us safe into homes we had made
She was there oh so fabulous

We heard the sound
The lights inside every cloud
And even the ones who never thought they could
Looked up and stared at cumulus
The trumpets cried
From somewhere beyond the sky
And I tried to think when I had seen a thing
More wonderful than what I did
My sisters' hair lifted into the air
With feathers all gold and bronze and silver
And they left my side
And looked like they'd never die
Three sisters in the sky
With trombones held high