Gloria Look Left (Ft. Pepper Coyote)

Gathered, sorted and dispersed
Lined up in rows to see. Hushed in our conversation
What cause have we to rejoice asks one man
I say look at your hands, your feet, and feel your heart
What other reason do we need

The pipes shine, like liquid metal
Falling from the invisible, infinite well above
The alter that soaks up all of their offerings
Their sacrament, meaning much more than words

The stops out, the very air exalted
By the ringing goldеn machine
As it sings it's praises to the world
To thе clouds the sun and me
And to you hear it say Christine, Gloria
Gloria

A great throne before us, or rather the center
Of some great nervous system
An endless field of controls

Tell me where was the one that turned on the color
Where is the lever to mystify and hypnotize away
All our ever lasting fears and where
Was the stop that filled me up with warmth