Lyrics:

[iii. JAGGED MOUNTAIN]

Our band of travelers did not get the good rest they had hoped
Awakened repeatedly by radio chatter, and all-night disco music thumping through the lobby wall
But that was neither here nor there now; it was morning and they were at the base of the jagged mountain
daunting, yet with the promise of the great blue sky above

Heave, ho they all pulled together and drug their uncooperative cart up the slope
No way would they leave their instruments behind (or the canvas tent they bought after the last night’s experience)
As morning slowly turned to afternoon (and their legs into metaphorical gelatin)
a little white puff came floating by (a magical sight!), as they crossed above the cloud line

Tired-legged travelers were rising to the peak, weak, but still their spirits rose
like finally they had escaped…they were above it all
in the land beyond the megaphones and woes

The air was brisk, and just below, the sun lit the tops of puffy little clouds
Terra Incognita” maybe the lost land was found
When gradually, behind the peak, arising with each step… they spied an ugly metal spire (argh)
Boosting the signal, ubiquitous drivel had scaled these heights and was bringing them right back down

Cursed rebroadcasting antenna, I would smite thee!
…if only I had a hacksaw.
No lost land of art, just the backside of a mountain
Down… down… down.