Raise our bottles to the purple night
We'll bend these floorboards
weighed down with our voices.
Shout the doors wide open
fling the windows up
erupt into the
streets we know
then fade and dissipate--
embers, sparks and cinders,
each and every one of us.
A fireworks display--
a winter's day in negative.
Let's cross these longneck bottles,
flashing foaming glass Excaliburs,
and pour our frothing voices
'cross these seething summer streets;
boiling over, burning out.
The snows are coming soon enough
to spread out half a year between
our memories and this night.
So let'*******our glass Excaliburs
and join our ragged voices to the night
while records spin.
