Dear Diary of Martin X 16/08/2016 (part two)

We are gonna have a ball

It's gonna be an art ball 

With poetry and tea and lasers 

My dad will be there 

Singing the dooms of the mighty dead

I will be swinging 

Like a Shakesperean clown

Blown my body out of head

From make up to hand me down 

On the chandeliers of cotton 

Where the lights are made of lead.

There's gonna be magic and fairies 

And teapots and cake

We won't know where where is 

If it's handed to us on a plate 

With jam and biscuits for a feast

And we'll have a 3k rig at least 

Well the vaulted canopy of the church (fretted with golden pleats)

has got the most amazing acoustics in Moscow 

And our guitarist is a bit of a beast 

There's gonna be djs and Jesus 

And martyrs and punks 

And the vicar will join us I'm bound 

We'll go bats in the belfry 

Matins orisons and drums 

St Andrew MCing 

The bright one VJing 

And hot hot hot Sister Rosetta Tharp jamming on the wheels of steel 

She's bound to play an oldie for the mums

So adoramus te deum

Gloria all the way 

Fix this date in the diary my child

The vestry will swing 

The vestels wear bling 

And the brethren dear sister 

Are gonna go wild.