There's a rainbow full of sound--it's fireworks, calliopes, and clowns. You know, you hear calliopes being thrown into the songs far too often. I mean... Fortune comes a crawlin calliope woman, spinning that curious sense of your own, can you answer, yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man. Theeeeennnnn, the my favorite part that nobody ever seems to really know unless they really followed them back in the earlier days... High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky... William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before