Rainbows

Spring time in Nirvana Working through each night Sorting strings of rainbows To get each colour right Thanks to innovations There is always something new This season for example we have Another ninety seven shades of blue And orders orders orders Booked so many months ahead And we have to infiltrate of course Another twenty seven shades of red It used to be the spectrum band Basic standard colour tried and true Was fit for any occasion But now it just won’t do Since they merged all the dimensions And each universal parallel and space We’ve been working hell for leather Just to try and maintain the pace Some beings see in sound Some see in brightest light Some can only see In the blackest of black nights And the beauty of the rainbow Once confined to old sector earth Has been exploited without mercy For every currency unit’s worth With rainbows of sound Rainbows of split light Rainbows built to cater For each different type of sight And a quote is a quota And orders must be met To every specification Of each request we get And the multiverse is expanding So very boggling to the mind We dread the next variation Of sight that they find Spring time in Nirvana Working through each night Sorting strings of rainbows To get each colour right