Shucking and Jiving...
Oh calamitous fortunes!
Damned stars of ancient Gods!
Could it be you that leads me,
and conducts my orchestra?
My sorrows are the sweetest strings,
My joys the warmest tones,
And at the head of all my life,
Fate stands all alone.
The on lookers I do not know,
In darkness, where they watch.
I cannot see beyond the light,
Shown on this brightened patch.
Gods, or ghosts, or mortal men,
Who outside of my realm,
Have put me on display for all:
A puppet at Fate's helm.
With every silent passing,
of beat, or step, or breath,
I come closer to the end of this:
The procession to my death.
But before my act is at an end,
I'll cut loose all my strings,
I'll burn up all the instruments.
I'll ruin this whole thing.
Damned stars of ancient Gods!
Could it be you that leads me,
and conducts my orchestra?
My sorrows are the sweetest strings,
My joys the warmest tones,
And at the head of all my life,
Fate stands all alone.
The on lookers I do not know,
In darkness, where they watch.
I cannot see beyond the light,
Shown on this brightened patch.
Gods, or ghosts, or mortal men,
Who outside of my realm,
Have put me on display for all:
A puppet at Fate's helm.
With every silent passing,
of beat, or step, or breath,
I come closer to the end of this:
The procession to my death.
But before my act is at an end,
I'll cut loose all my strings,
I'll burn up all the instruments.
I'll ruin this whole thing.