The drummer plays a suitcase.

I have a lightbulb in a lamp without a shade. If you press the button on its side 8 times, it will be six different colours glowing into one another.

I could fall asleep staring [fading?] into its heart, while Elliott Brood's last strum dies and the train rumbles on into nowhere.

Funny thing about this lightbulb. It never grows warm, just stars the same cutting cold as of a window into winter.