The fire curtain parts: a stage, on screen.
The headless Queen of Hearts will kiss our feet.
We don’t have to touch.
We can’t be seen.

Is it minor? Is it major?
Is it meant to mean
Anything at all?
Is that my head on the wall?

Is it Ada? Is it Aja?
Is it fair to say
Our Adamwork is done
With the funding of the sun?

Ain’t no mountain high enough!
Ain’t no valley deep enough!
Ain’t no curtain iron enough to damn the flood!
Ain’t no crashed El Al!
Ain’t no Kapital!
Ain’t no Kenny Lay corrupt enough to stay.

The ice-nibbed summit
Of Mountain Everest in Tibet
Is – strange but so – composed,
As far as it is known,
Of marine limestone.

Ain’t no mountain high enough!
Ain’t no valley deep enough!
Ain’t no curtain iron enough to kill the flood!
Ain’t no crashed El Al!
Ain’t no Kapital!
Ain’t no Kenny Lay corrupt enough to stay
The crash of the petty cash million dollar bash audited in a calabash.

They’re gonna send it around, they’re gonna send it around
Under the Balkans & ’Stans.
They’re gonna hold it all down, they’re gonna hold it all down:
Klondike on the Shatt al-Arab!
The money’s underground!
The money’s overground!