Don't forget the ghost of Michael

 All through the Piscean age while dumb women were being stuffed into corsets limited to conversations about that (and i'm that dumb as a gay man), and sermonists to dirt poor people justified sick control of waves of people forced to thresh waves of grain, a voice was calling, to these his people, of a sweetness barely able to be had, understood, and shared at every moment yet.  We would overcome, immediately, leading up to 1968, only to have the strict ridiculous sense burn us right back to the ground again, at least eternally.  Right in front of Capricorn?  Hardly.  They'd all be born early together and alone those 3, young barely arrived woman-man, teen woman, and baby-child, and have shattered into tough inhumanness egged on of all others all in already bad enough childhoods at the equally least privileged point of a completely new kind of successful world, more unlimited in spirit and rights as poor under concerns and natures than the rich once knew pain.  Why would you sing about an age if you didn't even have the sense that the whole world, so wealthy would have helped and not fell?