text: No tongue in the bell
  And the fishwives yell
  But they might as well be mute
  So you get to keep the pictures
  That dont seem like much
  Cold white keys under your fingers
  Now youre thinking
  Thats no substitute
  It just dont do it
  Like the song of a warm warm body
  Loving your touch
  In the court they carve your legend
  With an apple in its jaw
  And the women that you wanted
  They get their laughs
  Long silk stockings
  On the bedposts of refinement
  Youre too raw
  They think youre too raw
  Its the judgement of the moon and stars
  Your solitary path
  Draw yourself a bath
  Think what youd like to have
  For supper
  Or take a walk
  A park
  A bridge
  A tree
  A river
  Revoked but not yet cancelled
  The gift goes on
  In silence
  In a bell jar
  Still a song
  Youve got to shake your fists at lightning now
  Youve got to roar like forest fire
  Youve got to spread your light like blazes
  All across the sky
  Theyre going to aim the hoses on you
  Show em you wont expire
  Not till you burn up every passion
  Not even when you die
  Come on now
  Youve got to try
  If youre feeling contempt
  Well then you tell it
  If youre tired of the silent night
  Jesus well then you yell it
  Condemned to wires and hammers
  Strike every chord that you feel
  That broken trees
  And elephant ivories conceal