dream unrolled . . . B:bolero - the peacock's tale (instrumental) C:the battle of glass tears Night enfolds her cloak of holes Around the river meadow. Old moon
your back bone And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll Gonna blow right down inside your soul Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
hear my trumpets blow? Did you write your name in stone, boys On the great Platte River road? [Chorus] If the wolf don't howl in the dark of the moon
Sundown like a showtune Trumpets play full blast To create a great impression Ah, but it doesn't seem to last Flat stuff, flat stuff Way out to the way
your back bone, And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll, Gonna blow right down inside your soul. Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon
And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire mingled with