Trumpets herald the unions. Electric percussion pins them in eternal embrace. A rasping guitar empties itself on a blackplain. Blues duck and swing low down to the bone. Blues churn and sing and reach inside you like the phantom arm of a faith healer and pull your guts free.
Angels wail on a dark mesa.
The sheriff binds his hands and a noose falls 'round his neck. It's raining in heaven. Love lights your soul and darkness spills from your toes. You are warmed in the heart of things, your soul folded easy in the arms of mystery. That'll impress him plenty.