Oh Lady Luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
They'll twist you up, I fear

And then you're someone you are not
Ann Arbor City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around

And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

That's from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It's supposed to be junction city, kansas but i changed it to suit my "wicked little town." I love the idea of the world's people twisting me to be something I'm not. That's what Satan tries to do, he tries to rip us from our true identity has children of God. Remember Mrs. Lot? She was destroyed when she looked at her wicked little town burning. We are also destroyed when we look back at our world, when we hold onto it like that. But when the world fails us we look to Him. We listen to His voice, and Follow Him through the dark turns and noise of this world.

He replaces the "noise" with music. That's an idea from a Screwtape letter. Music is noise with order to it. Noise becoming music is a good metaphor to our switch from this world to God's kingdom in heaven... What do you think?