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We are going push our piano from the top of the dispatch tower, then watch and listen as its smashes onto the Playa while listening to Kris Kristofferson's Sunday Morning Coming Down.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.