• Blah Blah Blah she fell on her head
    Only to wake up and find she was dead...
    Tipping and turning around and around,
    She woke to find she was still on the ground...
    What she knew then, yes, what she discovered
    Was that was not she but her soul that hovered,
    Tipping and turning around and around,
    Staring at herself, stuck on the ground.
    Blah Blah Blah, shoved to the ground,
    Making no whisper, no quiet sound…
    So now she flies round the wide world,
    Round the globe her thoughts once twirled.
    Singing a song she heard in her dreams,
    From one who helped her to block out the screams.
    Blah Blah Blah she sang out her song
    Melody, harmony, twisting along.
    Singing a song about a young star,
    Flying and flying not near, but far.
    Reaching out to the edge of the sky,
    Plummeting down to the earth, much to nigh.
    Draping the sky in pall of red,
    She can do this because she is dead.
    Blah Blah Blah her story now told,
    She goes to the place told of in stories of old.