I used to live among some people Who sing out with booming feelings And open hands. And throwing my body across the gra**, I listened in with booming feelings, I became a fan. I make my own music now I clapped my hands together And made a booming sound That filled up and got me fans. I sang songs and wrote books of songs, I grew my hair and I walked like I was an ancient man. I found a voice and coughed out songs In this way I made people think I was the limp. I made a boom, displayed my boom, And on my peers I sang gloriously I married the moon And with my hands held out with grace The cold of light around me loomed The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands They would notice that I couldn't hold onto things The possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice, I would notice the songs that all about me sing.