Talk about some kind of future,
Make it as black and as white,
Typed up all across the paper,
Send it up all in my mind,
Here is the thing with the plan,
Here is the day with a plan,
Sure as the, sure as the sunset,
Sure as the, sure as your head,
I want to know, I want to know what it means,
I want to know, I want to know just what it means.
Typing up terminal contracts,
Terminal just for resolve,
You know it, you know it makes sense now,
Written all over the wall.
Who can say if I'm really here tonight?
Who can say if I've lost my mind?
Who can say if I'm really real tonight?
Who can say if I've lost my mind?
We are all part of this crisis,
Like mothers and sisters carry us all,
In and out of family housing,
Falling up against the wall.
Don't you want to try it?
Don't you want to make it right?
Don't you want to try it,
For once in your God-damned life?
Don't you want to try it?
For once in your life, get it right,
Don't you want to try it,
For once on my side?
For once on my side.
Part of the, part of the furniture,
Who can be really sure if we're here?
Have you heard about the new problem?
It comes year after year after year,
It comes year after year after year,
It comes year after year after year,
It comes year after year after year,
It comes year after year after year.
How do you want to come back?
How do you want to come back?
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
How do you want to feel it?
How do you want shape it?
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this,
Back, back to this.
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
Richard's music sounds like the thoughts of an alien spaceships supercomputers AI while the ship is under attack. Some of the most outworldly sounds you will ever encounter! Tim Strohmeier