All the world's ingredients shrunk down
Into the size of a piano
It's my piano, in here I sit
Rotating at 29,8m per second
Around the sun
Makes me dizzy, makes me sick
Short-wave signals at the speed of light
Crossing interferences
Hum
I've seen enough
The perpetual cycles of corduroys
The rise and fall of the home-bar
Advent calendars
Pornography
Glass wool
There's a mirror at the bottom
Of my piano