From our window on the vast beyond, we measure space and sing the songs
That lost their meaning long before they built this cage we live in. It’s
From another age. An aeon… Turn another page, experience another
Place… here’s a neon palace brimming with temptation. But I’m bored with
Mother earth, it’s seven wonders and I wonder, «Was it quite so small?»
Did we escape or are we tourists heading for some foreign flawless place
That only graced the thoughts of mad professors laughing in their graves?
We’ll never know the answer. We’ll never find the tapes. our Bible
Preaches, «Search! Research! Reshape! Recycle…» Recycle for the sake of
Those who come before and those who follow. We have orders from beyond,
We’ve no alternative; we’re growing weaker as the years go on and on. Our
Mighty leader is our father and our brother and he’s sick as the
In-breaders in the Dead Man’s Room who bang their plates and eat their
Spoons and scream profuse profanities. I wonder sometimes, «Is it them or
Is it me who has lost all sanity?» But, after all I hold the key — but
Keep it safe inside the jar. Now half of this cage is starving while the
Rest of us shoot stars and blast the eighteen headed Pacman from our
Armchairs in the bar. Zsa Zsa Korova scored a supernova! Zeros wall to
Wall in roses, pink, vermillion. A trillion. Five stars. A new religion.
Light the candles because I re-wrote the book of Psalms. On silent nights
We chant them crawling backwards and watch our world collapse in
Crackerjacks through cataracts. A cataclysmic, ectoplasmic burst of happy
Gas. We knock it back. Relax, because we’re never ever going back. We
Never ever can return…..
