[ Featuring the Pixie ]
It is a peculiar thought indeed
To assemble a mechanism
Capable of satiating both prince and pauper
By means of multiple repeated gratuitous collisions
Finger meets ivory
Foot meets pedal
Hammer meets string
And all the Lords angels crumble in a feathered heap
Yet
I am and I have the key
You, you sing for those lost angels
On highways of imperfect gold
And I hang my heaviness weighted
By the passing of nothing
Finger meets ivory
Foot meets pedal
Hammer meets string
And all the Devil's angels crumble in a burned up heap
But I and those like I have no key
We brandish our dissonance
As mallet and ax with anti-melodic intent
Heavy footsteps an anacrusis
To a passage without repeat
Hammer meets ivory
Hammer meets pedal
Hammer meets string
Hammer meets hammers
And all the Angels
Weep
Devoid of sympathy
This pity-less rhapsody across 88 keys
A harmony of 'please, No harm on me'
And if it be true
What the monk said
That the piano ain't got no wrong notes
Let it comfort him to know
That we struck them one and all
