Frank Sinatra by Cake
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
We know about jins, angels, the so-called 'aliens'. We ARE alone in this universe. But we certainly not alone in this world. There are no extra-terrestrials beings. There are only beings from other dimensions.
A faintly glimmering radio station
...and they are all agitated. The End is near. Hehehe...
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
And while time and space slowly verge into the natural half-cycle vortex of chaos,
While mankind consumed by the joys of pleasures, the walls between realms are slowly diminishing.
Even natural enemies will have to get along to face the self-destructing nature of slef-knowledge.
(take a breather)
Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your understanding that you think helped you survived,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truth
Beyond your knowledge of Tree and Flower of Life,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns
And beyond your inventions in mind-control,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday
Most throw away what they know not of its value,
Yet someone who had the wisdom and knew,
Collects it for the worldly pleasure.
And what a fitting ending for such.
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
