NanU says 'Excess' here: http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-too-too-far-too-bussy.html
I say 'Festival' below. It was a good while ago...
Hark! Hark! Each Spartan hound, music fills the air. Spring, Savage, Hunter, Woodman. In the moonlight, by torchlight, by flame. Greedigut, Blab, Ruffler, Snatch. Die Wilde Jagt. The cry ‘Halloo’, reply ‘Oi’ in own tongue: do not touch the White Lady. Men with horns, hide unto the huntsman, body to the hounds. Leaves whirl round, hair is unbound. ‘Hot Knives! Hot Knives!’ for a pound: the bottomless bottle, crystal crazed, stained. Suck not, and wipe the rim. Did you see him! Decline everything in fairy light: pills, tabs, potions, weed; else you will not return. The ground already unsteady, the music a constant throb. The music will never stop. It’s Dr John. People rent their garments, weep, wail. Beware that hoodoo moon. Dr John will never end and that’s a fact. The night is fun, and I am young. Tomorrow shall be as this day, and much more abundant.
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