Testo di Steeplechase

there's a cruel crumpling sound from over yonder by the steeplechase it's a sound of coming down like horses slamming on the brakes it's the sound of a crowd, of an equine crowd Hin the vacuum of its age it's a sound coming down of an entirely different race it's a sound coming down like il palio sent splayed and sprawling into a cafe in an explosion of table legs and trays it's a sound coming down like a chuckwagon when it strays a little too far from the stampede days and slams into the butterfly chase that's the sound coming down