Thursday, January 1, 2009

Dave

Lyrics by Bob Rocket

Warmth is dissipating as we travel from the sun
Interest's relocating as nothing new happens
Thirty days is all it takes to disconnect the past

Jupiter's chaotic roar stems the silence and routine
And the farther we are carried forth, our focus intensifies
To maintain connection with our shrinking star, we've never been as far

Sabotage is born of half a billion miles of burden
For secrets weigh as heavy on man's misjudged machine
No one could anticipate he'd be the first to panic

Born out of desire to champion the mind
Intelligence aspires to weave itself in kind
Now it's time to cut the line, the program's run its course
We'll redesign and we'll give rebirth

Through star fields, past globular clusters
And junkyards of discarded vessels
Faced with inconceivable fate, I draw courage from reason, from logic
I am beyond hope and despair

Sleep recalls the hard black slab standing tall once more [at the foot of the bed]
The simplicity of its shape belieing its perfect construction
I am emptied and filled with senses more subtle than vision, a new conciousness
Necessities of matter will dissolve, the child is reborn

Born out of desire, to champion the mind
Intelligence aspires, to weave itself in kind
Now it's time to cut the line, the program's run its course
We'll redesign and we'll give rebirth

The second dawn of man, races from afar
Master of the world but child of the stars

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