(Gaia sips the drink of artificial red carefully served by a flourescent sky
She swallows the light only to throw up shadows minutes later on a broken public toilet
Inside her the neonism is fed until it burst with colour unleashing the brightest shadow of all times
In the street metallic streams wash the concrete shores Gaia is wet and sick but she doesn't care anymore
Hair sticks to her face as she screams being absorbed by colours
Now she's the brightest one of all but no one's there to see)
["The Total Orchestra" half]
a noise is released; high-pitched voices, the rumbling of tin and machines, devilish decibels
open my eyes, see what I expected; red melted plastic, yellow neon, pompous sunset over Lucky Beach
when everything abates at last the universal glue cements wrong to true, keeps the tongues in place the weightlessness from life the total orchestra concluded