Old and New

I've sampled one spool to mp3 - two blocks of 45 minutes, each taking 40 or so megabytes. These sounds were recorded when a 40MB hard disk was considered extravegant, when mp3s didn't exist, and the speed needed to encode them in real time was a fantasy. A mere decade ago.

Sadly, I've called off the 'longfight' collaboration with Nick. If either of us had the inspiration free flowing, there might be time, but our muses are away having flihgs with other musicians. Plus I have one of those lingering low-level colds that make you feel somewhat drowsy all the time and kill the singing voice.

Anyway, these are the lyrics I did manage to complete. Hopefully to be part of some future project:

Did a man come back to life
Three days after the end?
And is he coming back in the year
Two thousand and ten?
Secret plane or UFO?
Did the CIA kill JFK?
Will something bad happen if you step on the cracks?
And will you get rich if you chant every day?

What do you believe?
When you're calling me nieve
When the jig is up and the chips are down
And there's no one else around

Lying on a leather couch
Telling last nights dream
Reveal forgotten childhood rage
Or so it seems
Will this drug turn you into a sex god?
Were we brothers in an earlier life?
Will you live as long as the lines on your hand?
Did you see a flying sled on christmas night?

They say man is the dream of the dolphin
They say man is a hairless ape
They say man was created in the image of god
And the truth is a matter of faith
What do you believe?
When you're calling me nieve
When the jig is up and the chips are down
And there's no one else around

What do you believe?
What do you believe?

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