For tonight the Armadillo is the House ofYes
For this one night in this one life they surely are the best
But no-one moves and no-one sings except for the band
They play and sing their hearts out, but the atmosphere is
bland
The crowd will tell you that they loved it
That they appreciate good shit
But they were only acting out their hand
I could see the apathy around me, so I chose to stand
You don’t have to be clever to avoid the fatal trap
Taking drugs is not the answer if you only want to clap
I did my best not to don the judge’s wig and gown
But our predictable rock culture really got me down
So I stood towards the heavens and the beauty of the sound
I climbed the pleasant mountains to the sacred common
ground
It was there I felt the love that was waiting patiently for me
We had lost communication, we had no telepathy
On the night ofYes, I caught a glimpse of the source of love
Droplets of reflected consciousness teaching the glory in our
self
They played songs of love, songs of truth, conjured magic on
demand
My heart was startled by the depths of the wisdom in their
land
I was alive and, in that moment, I enjoyed it while I could
Life is for living and you have to make it good
I didn’t sit there too stoned to even move
Rather I used the drugs to get into the fucking groove
Of course, by the end, everyone was on their feet
Society dictates you have to recognise the band’s almighty feat
For even the most controlled robots in our animalistic age
Periodically have to aspire to escape their self-imposed cage
Cheers!
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