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Escalator to the Great Beyond

(A Knowing Rock Parable in Several Increasingly Loud Parts) [Verse 1] [Soft, Mystical, Slightly Silly] There’s a lady with a platinum card Who believes that if the price is steep Then the meaning must be deeper. She’s been browsing ancient symbols online Buying incense in designer jars That were sourced from somewhere cheaper. If the label says “handcrafted truth” She won’t ask by whose hands. And she’s sure enlightenment ships With free returns and payment plans. [Verse 2] [A Bit More Curious] There’s a murmur in the marketplace wind About a shortcut past the doubt And a moving staircase upward. You don’t climb — it does the work, Just surrender to the hum And ignore who built the structure. Yes, the brochure says it’s timeless lore Passed down from distant lands — Though the fine print reads “Adapted slightly From some older traveling bands.” [Pre-Chorus] [Raising an Eyebrow] Didn’t somebody sing this first Down by a delta crossroads stand? Didn’t somebody hum this tune With a bottle in his hand? Funny how a riff gets polished Till it sparkles bright and new — Add a dragon and a castle And call the thunder you. [Chorus] [Lift (Not Too Big Yet)] And she’s riding the escalator To the Great Beyond, they say — Where the smoke is thick with metaphor And the truth’s in disarray. Yes, she’s riding the escalator, Past the earthly noise and din — If you whisper something ancient-sounding, They’ll just let you in. [Verse 3] [Mythic, Self-Aware] There’s a piper in a velvet cape Who can charm you with a chord Borrowed from a dusty jukebox. He’ll rename it “Celestial March” Add a mandolin and lore And pretend he found the paradox. If you question where it came from He’ll just grin and say, “It’s fate.” But the ghosts of bluesmen roll their eyes Outside the gilded gate. [Build] [Getting Bigger] Does it make you feel electric When the spotlight hits the haze? Does it sound a little righteous When the mystic poet plays? Well, there’s nothing wrong with thunder And there’s nothing wrong with flair — But if you’re selling ancient wisdom You should credit who was there. [Big Chorus] [Full Band Energy] And she’s riding the escalator To the Great Beyond tonight — Where every borrowed melody Is wrapped in golden light. Yes, she’s riding the escalator, And the crowd all stands amazed — At how a twelve-bar lament Got mythologized and praised. [Bridge] [Mock-Prophetic] If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow (It’s probably just the wind.) If there’s a lawsuit in the distance (It’s probably just a friend.) And as we wind on down the hallway Of excessively long songs — We may find that what we worshipped Was just louder all along. [Final Reflection] [Softer, Wry] And it makes me wonder… If the stair was ever needed When the ground was underfoot. If the thunder was just echo From a Mississippi root. Yes, it makes me wonder — As the feedback fades away — Whether heaven needs an escalator Or we just like grand display. [Outro] [Knowing Wink] ’Cause in the end it’s just a song, my friend, With a solo stretched beyond — And every legend starts somewhere Downriver… Long before it’s drawn.