“Man, it’s hot in here. Turn on that air conditioner, please! Thank you.”

With the seasonal frequencies reading 57 degrees and rising
To meet the challenges facing our people
In the coming epoch of restructured systems that listen
Wordlessly in silent steady collection
Making connections between the railroad ties of time and mind.

Shake-it, shake-it. Makin', makin' connections!
Makin', makin' connections!
between the railroad ties of time and mind.
Controversial at the time,
But proven by the test of time to last
Built to fast. Sun-gazing at the last glazed doughnut
On a silver platter, in your mouth, of stifled chatter.
Won out over all the vast myriad possibilities
Vast myriad possibilities :||

I said, The stifled chatter won out over all the
Vast myriad possibilities clattering to the floors
At fates doors. With tremendous unparallelled force.
Seeking nothing more than the soft flesh
Of the forbidden fruit of the golden four!
The Golden four! :||

With the season frequencies reading 57 degrees and rising ~:||

With the season frequencies reading 57 degrees and rising
To meet the challenges facing our people
In this new restructured system, I listen
Wordlessly in silent steady contemplation
I know that the fate of humanity is resting on my shoulders
I'll make a new nation, make the world move over.
Alas, Like Atlas, I got an itch. Gotta ditch it.
Maybe switch it for another planet with less shit.
Solo guitar
With the season frequencies reading 57 degrees and rising ~:||