A spoken-word poem weaving surreal images like gallinero stairs and Rainbow Teeth with the refrain "gotta get back home." The speaker oscillates between escape and belonging, evoking Sally Bowles and a theatrical cabaret world of yearning and disorientation.
A little bit sore, gallinero stairs, Joe Mellon Park. Flying away from reality, forever ever happen to Rainbow Teeth. My theory is clear, a shooting star. I'm really gonna sing, gotta give you that. Oh, singing along, gotta get back home. Singing along, get away from me. Singing along, gotta get back home. Singing along, and the night's so free. Singing along, gotta get back home. —Sally Bowles in a cabaret, shaking sticks, and one must show, a Rosalind for another day to go. Babbling down to the phone ring, with fire burning in one heart. The line is set, I want the line, but I like those other fabulous lines. Singing along, gotta get back funny. Singing along, get away from me. Singing along, gotta get back funny. Singing along, get away from me.
