Gather ’round the table, let the drinking cup be passed
Phaedrus says that Eros is a god that’s built to last
The oldest of the deities, inspiring us to fight
‘Cause a lover cannot bear to be a coward in the light
Pausanias stands up and says there’s two distinct divides
A Common Aphrodite and a Heavenly besides
The Common seeks the body, just the pleasure of the base
But the Heavenly desires for the virtue and the grace
Then the doctor Eryximachus is looking at the whole
Saying Eros is the harmony uniting every soul
The balance of the opposites, the medicine and art
The rhythm of the seasons and the beating of the heart
Oh, Agathon the poet says the god is soft and young
The fairest and the delicate upon a mortal tongue
But Socrates is asking how a god can want the fair
If he already owns it, then the longing isn’t there
Love is just a spirit in the intermediate space
A lack of what is beautiful, a reaching for the grace
Aristophanes is talking ’bout the spherical and grand
With four legs and with four arms rolling all across the land
Zeus chopped us down the middle ’cause our hubris was a threat
Now we’re desperately seeking for the half we haven’t met
But Diotima taught the truth, the ultimate pursuit
Is reproducing beauty, bringing forth an endless fruit
You start by loving bodies, seeing beauty in the frame
Then you realize that the beauty in the others is the same
You ascend up to the soul, and then the customs and the laws
And the knowledge of the universe without its mortal flaws
Till you leave the shifting shadows and you look into the Sea
The eternal Form of Beauty where the spirit is set free
Oh, Agathon the poet says the god is soft and young
The fairest and the delicate upon a mortal tongue
But Socrates is asking how a god can want the fair
If he already owns it, then the longing isn’t there
Love is just a spirit in the intermediate space
A lack of what is beautiful, a reaching for the grace
Kick the doors wide open, Alcibiades is here
With a ribbon in his hair and shouting loudly in the ear
He isn’t praising Eros, he is praising Socrates
A satyr on the outside bringing Athens to its knees
A Silenus with the golden little statues hid inside
The truest form of beauty that the heavens can provide
Pass the heavy wine
Pass the heavy wine