Canto   (ecstasy)

The singer sings his sick solo song
Blond lank hair flows wild and long
His frantic fingers fret
A mad electric parody
As he mouths a hopeless song

Lithe, young, model physique
Makes young girls cry, scream and shriek
The backing group keeps blasting out
Perfidious incants of modern song.
Crazy coloured peacock gear
Shining white Disney teeth
Outrageous words all sincere
Backstage all
Grass and grief

Chaotic colours
Screaming supersonic noise
Amplifiers whistling
Girls look like boys
Strobe lights blinding
Young brains distort
Faces full of frenzy
Agile bodies contort

Leather clad youth dressed like Nazis
Gay young men wailing like banshees
Lithe young figures caught by music’s rhythms
Bring nubile girls their first orgasms
And the lead guitar
Plays on and on.