IT'S A HOLIDAY i feel music in my life running its course its path through my veins, chest, and heart human condition, feel pain, pleasure balance the tight rope since the garden the eden prison guards cut the chains, let the women and men go free It's a holiday everyday you breathe Atomb bombs and high speed rails thunder only animals can hear tornadoes tore up Tuskaloosa, Alabama Mr. and Mrs. Ebrahms feed the mouths of their children on sunday tables are set up in the yards of the houses on Sevey Street.