What Is That Godly Tennis Racket/The Folded Arms Do Not Lie (Post Rock Panegyric)

For spiritual uplift, please watch this first. Let your ear buds boldly go baldly loud.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8IKnEoynH

this poem contains a mogwai audience strobing..

post-rock yoga the default position
some men with sage beards
all women without
shy smiles
heads slowly bobbing
in deep meditation/repose
arms folded
unfold
refold
the default post-rock yoga position..

heads bobbing/arms folded
some men with sage beards
all women without
their sage beards on the inside
this is what it is all about
arms unfolded fold unfold
pause then refold
no messing around..

benign professorial smiles
heads of the band raise upside-down
eyes closed open wide
the service will now begin
soundscapes outside/landscapes inside..

blissful melancholia in a tumble dryer
pear ice-cream on the moon
firm-footed shimmer for the film scores to ski
elves shift the sonic goalposts
logic on toast with tree tops to go..

fingers tapping/liquid legs master stoic
hamstrings tense/relax/tense/relax
the advanced post-rock yoga position
please consult your doctor first..

panoramic cinematic rivers for ankles beards and ears
one person now waving an arm slowly
easter island statue strikes glitterball lights
subbuteo with daisies
water tying shoelaces a haiku..

polite clapping and a few woo
arms fold more tightly for the orgasmic release
watershed torrents flood
a finger on the lips in pause and bliss
it is the only thing to do..

unknown colours pull out their aces
what is that godly tennis racket
salt plains echo through the drums
hamster aliens drive elephantine spaceships
and that is only the beginning..

tight arms also nodding
heads delightedly fold
some salute their mobile phone
then back to the default post-rock yoga position
sonic sanyasi..

shape shifted out the fire escape
soul delicatessen munchkins
the torsion physics of undulating symmetrical elbows
tsunami of dappled gems
in kumquat a quango of horizontal biceps
loosen neath lanterns
candyfloss super strings and augmented sevenths
to the goodbye night sky the stars wave hello..

the folded arms do not lie
the folded arms do not lie..

 
companion poem: 
https://sukispangles.blogspot.com/2015/09/post-rock-song-titles-that-probably.html