No escape from that one - Leonard Cohen's "Tower of Song" - inverted and sucked into the vortex.
"Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play".... and where would we find Hank Williams, if not swallowed by the vortex?
"I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the tower of song"But don't mind me, I am immersed in the silly hour, well past my bed time!