How about you start this day by waking up in the bed with post modernism?   And then shrieking and running away from him   It’s dusty outside because the atmosphere is a chandelier   But not in our heads, in our heads it’s a picture with sound      These people we see, they don’t know, they don’t tip in a restaurant   They think love is a passion and rhyme is a word on the street   Dear friends, there’s just no way to escape the radio waves   So let’s fry the old duck, it’s still dry, it’s the best you can have.      And if you had a winter hat and I had a Sicilian accent,   Then we’d be a parade on the streets on a day off   With the orchestra booming and brasses diluting the airways   Neighbours stepping outside with their kids, what’s that beautiful sound