Listen to the muses of the stars tonight
There are muses of drunken God in all that exists
I lean my ear near the sound of the breeze
It says “Get Drunk to my muses O mortal being”
I am all drunk now once and for all
In my drunkness are the hidden raging sorrows
Forever doomed to loneliness and suffering
Who are you? the Muses protests in sheer contempt
I no longer recognize my own self what sort of muses are these O my drunken soul
Where have you gone? I am unable to recall my own self
I am lost to these strange muses from Ancient Greece
From whence you seduced my self into oblivion I Implored!
No answer came to rescue but silence of Zarathustra
Some of these days you are going to miss me honey sings Sophie Tucker
I again got lost into these ancient muses