Music Although I shelter from the rain under a broken tree My chair was nearest to the fire in every company That talked to a blah blah politics Time trends figured me The lights are making hikes again for some conspiracy And crazy rascals rage their filler, human tyranny My contemplations are a time that has transfigured me That's not a woman, tons of face upon a broken tree And yet the beauty that I loved in my memory I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me That's not a woman, tons of face upon a broken tree Music