Hollywood really is another planet. You have to wade through the stardust here. I went out for a beer with the writer on an ultra low budget TV sci-fi. He said he could get me in as an extra. Maybe I’ll be “third guy running away from the mutant lizard”! He said, “I sell my dreams for a living, pal – you’d never guess to look at me that I slept my way to the top!” Wish you were here! RICK
“In all my dreams I’m playing a part in a film. According to the therapists that means my life is insubstantial and unreal. But doesn’t that go for everyone? Perhaps that’s why we’d all love those benign and noble aliens to arrive in splendour and make all the petty cares and dross of our lives fade into insignificance.”
High upon the silver screen the silver dreams are shining The pioneers are breaking through their fragile silver lining And floating through the bright array of psychedelic stars Drifting in the shadows of the Demon Moons of Mars The Trekkie is a form of life But not as we know it
He knows how much we care about the dying planet’s plight And fear the lonely Theramin that haunts the desert night He’s raining down an avalanche of polystyrene rocks And flies between the planets in his painted cardboard box
And how we laugh to see the tin can robot flip his lid And hide our eyes to pacify the monster from the Id Our hero crosses light years just in time to save the day Dispatch the mutant lizards; send the Daleks on their way Our paranoid projections spiral outward to the galaxies The flight of our imagination has nowhere left to go For a moment do we stop and think What they would make of us? Our childhood fears and photo plays projected on the skies And this is what we’ve dreamed of, the greatest day in history The moment when the earth stood still And turned to look on high Descending through the cloud-base in their majesty and light They’ve come to take their children home To put the record right
And so we dream the dreams of fools, a dollar at the door The popcorn and the ice cream cones abandoned on the floor The glowing pictures in our heads, the music in our ears Back to face the daylight and our primitive confusion Our heavy hearts and eyes turn to the heavens Trapped within our cell of history We cannot scale the prison walls of space and time The dazzling future we will never see Never see…
“KEEP WATCHING THE SKIES!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
