My Organ Sounds Like...

His organ sounds like clouds brushing
against the
moon on an ice crusted midnight,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts
everything it hurts everything it hurts,
His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from
New York to ancient Rome in an hour
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts,
His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when
he sings oh it rains tropical colors
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts

But when I hear that music all the world is holy and it's
good hey hey he--y, and no one
sings the sanitary blues

His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere
I feel like rushing through tall grasslands.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts
His boom box blares classics never written, the songs
singers never had time to make up,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything
it hurts everything it hurts

But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart
roar hey hey he-y, and no one
sings the sanitary blues.

Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire.
She screamed and threw herself on the ground.
The customers just kept to themselves,
reading the morning paper with coffee,
everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
The portraits on the walls started to sweat and moan
everyone one one one wa-one
one one everyone.
I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the
agonizing howl so I hid inside a newspaper headline.
It said