And when the moment comes you will feel nothing: no fear, no love, no pride, no pain, no pants, no shirt - just an urge and a headband. And when you can't fit it into your empty can nor squash it beneath your sandal, you'll raise the bullhorn to your lips and through your song the world will know the terror and exhilaration you feel at having absolutely no recollection of the past 48 hours. And your unintelligible admonitions and indecipherable entreaties will set us all free.