Everyone loves ascending fourths

And everyone loves ascending fourths

Ooh, everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves

Paintings of orthodox monks on the wall

Impotent Mark put his pen to forehead

Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift

3 open windows bring air to his cheeks

The rest of him smothered in 3 sweat drenched sheets

With commission spent and date drawing near

And no newborn zeal or written ideas

A receding hum, akin to pink noise

Escapes his cerebral hand that toys

Miserably clutching it never avails

Without resorting to kitschy entrails

To stand up tall and straight is to break one leg

Since last Third Quarter he has not got out of bed

Meanwhile, envoys follow the stars, and the arcs of the larks

Further north to collect the work promised to their employer noblemen

He tries in vain for one pure line

Under the weight of tired eyes

He slips into the warm, soft night

To drift carefree beyond imagined eyes

In dreams he finds a cure that for now will suffice

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Oh oh

The paintings of orthodox monks on the wall

Watch Markus spill ink freely on his finest scores

65 repetitions of ascending fourths

As dawn breaks men arrive in droves, forcing the door

His work unfinished, they do not accept and throw him to the floor

He comes to in chains

Brought in front of judges

For testing good faith

To try, to risk, to fail

Unanimously condemned

His masterpiece schmaltz

Impure, no heart, no taste

But everyone loves

Everyone loves

Everyone loves

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Markus ascends Forth in the heart of the common man

Everyone loves

Everyone loves ascending fourths

Everyone loves

Markus ascends Forth in the heart of the common man

Everyone loves ascending fourths