His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon on an ice crusted midnight,nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,nHis synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New York to ancient Rome in an hournBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts,nHis voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of when he sings oh it rains tropical colors nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurtsnnBut when I hear that music all the world is holy and it’s good hey hey he--y, and no one sings the sanitary bluesnnHis harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel like rushing through tall grasslands.nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurtsnHis boom box blares classics never written, the songs singers never had time to make up,nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurtsnnBut when I hear that music all the animals in my heart roar hey hey he-y, and no one sings the sanitary blues. nnNobody 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.nI was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing howl so I hid inside a newspaper headline. It said “Mission Accomplished” the man in the flight suit twitched and went (everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone) home with a brunette in the crowd. nnHis Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint this architecture.nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurtsnHis violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on a summer afternoon. nBut everything it hurts every thing it hurts