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Dylan Kinnett - SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT OR NOT

6/22/2016

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Step right up, she rides a chariot
To delight the proletariat
We will show a beauty of extravagant starkness.
She can dance, graceful perfect arcs
Her hands can sculpt glowing sparks
Bright enough to banish the inclement darkness.
Step up and see electric beauty.
Step up and see electric beauty!
Who is transmundane!
Gather around and see the MASTER of nothing absolute
           spectacle dazzling
We're gonna have a mule
See the tent?
Big show time it's time to see
what has four
           nostrils.

When she moves, cutting through the air
She disproves, before all who dare
Question or disbelieve anything frightening.
She comes dressed up in cobalt blue
and her eyes, with that hazel hue:
absolutely as brilliant as midnight lightning.
Step up and see electric beauty.
Step up and see electric beauty!

so step up and it's all the things i can go with,
the most incredible, for the night, the worst, the sight,
to a child she becomes The PRINCESS Of FIRE
She just stood there.
I need a heavy drink, a heavy rain, a long vacation.
Not even the smiles are free.

She strikes twice, with her hands held high
then thrice, in the same place each time
and every move of her body is electric
carving storm bolts out of nothing
absolute spectacle – dazzling
The smile she smiles all the while is angelic!
Step up and see electric beauty.
Step up and see electric beauty!

Down Here come inside.  Some bitch
with the FINEST sateen
her modesty protected only by her wits
see what glories are you ready sir
for a chariot to GOD
she shimmies
she has to sympathize, empathize and watch another show
a reptile eats
step Right Here and now

Who wouldn't be in love with The Electric Beauty?
It's a cheap trick, but it worked on me
That's the thing I'm charged to inflect,
And resurrect the effect she had on me
To impart it on the crowd, long and loud,
Strong and proud – but those things can't be found.
To me, the electricity is just a sound
The spark's gone dark now.

I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.
I can't do this. I can't go through this.

But the first time, that first night
The sight was profound
She has a real grace, unfound
Among the cheap freaks and the false face
About in this place
Something I should be proud to be around.

I can't summon up the verbal audacity
To match her electricity.
To describe, in glowing hyperbole
What glories to be seen – on the inside –
Go on inside and see, I'll say,
From the outside.
I'll be on the outside.

But first, I've got this trick to perform
If I'm to get up on that platform
– not like this. That's the trick –
I'll transform !
I'll step up, and speechify, in my coat and hat
Step up, and classify this and that:
Reality, impossibility, uncertainty
Step up and testify to a truth in between
Step up and suspend their disbelief
In my hat and coat, cut throat, take money
And leave.
And when I leave I'll need a drink. A toast
To Electric Beauty!
Or two, or three.
Mostly, I need her to drink a toast to me.

Some swallow swords, some spit fire
I swallow pride, spitting diction

Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!

Yeah, so there's another show tonight
Some sounds, some sights
Some so-called mysterious delight
Are you ready, sir, for the most incredible,
for the most unforgettable night
That ever transpired in the course of your life!
I'm not!

It's only like a dollar so
step right Now.  No, it’s to see the thing I’ll say
you'll see Step up and See
Our Lady of BANNERS, You'll See Electric beauty:
Step right up,
And see this Little taste of July and
   Her and that platform

I can't do this. I can't go through with this.
I can't do this – I can't do this – I can't
even remember who's in the spotlight, this time.
This time it’s...
it's a monkey stapled to a fish!
no its some bitch with a dick!
an incredible pair of tits!
Is it the Indonesian midget!
The human forklift!
Is it a family act? No, it's too late for that.
I'm too drunk for that. It wouldn't be the acrobats.
Something dangerous. Something deadly.
​

Let's see, last time it was the sword-swallower.
Who is it that follows her? Who is it? Shit!
I'm in no shape to do my duty. Oh shit! I've got it:
The Electric Beauty!

Who could forget The Electric Beauty?

Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!
Laf-laf-laf-laf laugh laugh laugh!

I might be a sight for sore eyes
But tonight, the sight for your eyes
Is the one and only Electric Beauty!
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