Someday, when there’s time to sing, a few of us may gather and raise a voice to anything because everything matters.
My hand in my mother’s hand and her hand on my daughter, my daughter’s hand on the hand of who will lead us into slaughter, and our voices join the sound of crazy blue bells.
Dust that’s gathered on our hearts will be blown and dispersed, our interest in the darker arts no longer coming first.
Practitioners of love and touch: legalized and praised.
And a “fuck you very much” to the greedy and the crazed, and our voices join the sound of crazy blue bells.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong!
Flowers from the ends of time are blooming in our hearts.
Catastrophe is where you’ll find that real self-knowledge starts.
Count backwards from the very end until you reach ignition.
Blast off into love my friend and decimate cognition.
And our voices join the sound of crazy blue bells.
Blue bells unfurl and make wild noise.
In tumult we unite.
Our prayers are answered and our joys are finally in sight.
And our voices join the sound of crazy blue bells.
How those bells will pound and how our lives will swell!
And our voices join the sound of crazy blue bells.