THIS IS HOW THE STORY GOES: 'tween four fellas playing bacci ball and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down it was stunning the way they separated and all the atoms fell just like confetti but somehow found their way up to heaven called the ghost out, our father spinning around and around how captivating they wound about each other just like a little wedding and the head spectre said please get yourselves together but the problem with the particles is they can't remember who is who - am I you? or are there two of us together or am I, am I me forever? and the one that was a part of bob's hand said understand? I am done being held down by this man then he ran last winter, I heard he was living in the wind pipe of a famous opera singer and another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon part of a daredevil's heart no one's sure of where he landed but the moment of the shot the crowd all got the chills I still swear that I can feel it and another now a drummers arm they say hes outta work and is now a little lonely poorly store clerk but I know he'll be back have you heard the way he used to hit the high hat how he hit the high hat, hit the high hat ....