Bolts of Melody

[verse] I would not paint — a picture — I’d rather be the One ( the One!) It’s bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on — (On and on, mmm!) And wonder how the fingers feel Whose rare — celestial — stir — (Stir it up, oh yeah!) Evoke so sweet a torment — Such sumptuous — Despair — (Despair, oh my!) [chorus] I would not talk, like Cornets — I’d rather be the One ( that’s me!) Raised softly to the seal lings — And out, and easy on — (On we go, whee!) Through Villages of Ether — Myself endued Balloon (Balloon, up high!) By but a lip of Metal — The pier to my Pontoon — (Pontoon, float by!) [bridge] Nor [beat drop] [chorus] Nor would I be a Poet — It’s finer — Own the Ear — (my dear) Enamored — impotent — cunn tent — The License to revere, (Revere) A privilege so awful What would the Dower be, (let it be!) Had I the Art to stun myself With Bolts — of Melody! (Melody, oh gee!) Lo-dee-da, boop-boop-a-doop, la-la-la-la!