Welcome to Planet Earth. It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved Well, we’ve got plenty of slaughter but not enough schools Hell, we’ve got plenty of water but too many fools We’ve got seven billion people with acute frustration Bored with a heaven full of mass altercation Welcome to Planet Earth! It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved Now let me introduce you to some of the people on the street You probably won’t like them, but you might as well meet I’m the Queen Mother of the United States This is my brother; we clean plates This is a woman; she is your date. Oh, you’re inflating with lust! I trust you can’t wait! Oh my God, the date’s blown up. Well, good job it’s the chorus, let’s turn the sound up. Welcome to Planet Earth! It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved This is bedding. This is Muriel. I’m an actor. This is some cereal. I’m at a wedding. I’m at a funeral. This is a tractor. This is a urinal. And I’m a singer and I wrote this song. Now wouldn’t it be great if y’all clapped along? Welcome to Planet Earth! It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth Hey, yeah that’s right!! Welcome to Planet Earth! It’s a pleasure to meet you at your birth Now we’ve got a lot of problems we’d like you to solve But don’t worry too much, you don’t have to get involved [I know you’ve some questions you want to ask I’ve tried to explain but it’s a very big task]. This is the original demo of the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLZh79wSbOg

With your river flowing, the angel must be joking when he says ‘love is kind’. Your strumpet clothing and magnetic blowing live enshrined in my mind. The trumpet of loathing love and yet loving loving majestically combine. I wonder if I’ll love you until Friday never comes or if I’ll ever call you ‘mine’. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. Though I confide the absurd, I cloak my heart of hearts and I hide my hiding too. I impart a liquored divide of blurred feeling for it resides in any evocation of you. You woke me up and broke me down; those three words that I spoke are true. You beautiful slut; you truthful nut, from your strut to tut to pokes of voodoo. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. Wherever I am the same one is there; I swear without him I wouldn’t have a care. You and them are beyond compare; you repair the air like a prayer rarer than rare. They smoke incessantly and joke but never laugh and avert your glare. From your hopeful horoscope of dope to kaleidoscope of nope, I’ll love you until I am nowhere. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this. There are those who see the G-d above who never knew the pain of bliss. And those like me who dream of love with one like you on nights like this.

It wasn’t a shove, as such; imagine a prehistoric push, lush beyond human flaw. She touched me like he wanted to be touched & of this I can’t say much more. Short of the possibility of God intervening, I’d say that there’s no reason to pray. And she never did believe in meaning, except that you make it up along the way. But as the sun wakes & day breaks, the years fall down his her my cheeks. “Every atom of last night”, I’d say, “spoke brighter than words can speak… all except for yours…. endorphin dolphin of these shores.”

If God is the reason why we exist, I guess I’m a god-fearing hedonist. And I can’t resist the catalyst. And I can’t resist the catalyst. But oh! oh no! You’re the catalyst I can’t resist. You’re the catalyst I can’t resist. I tried to see yet I never saw The impossible dream’s probable flaw Yet there stood all my dreaming raw. I saw the flaws of dreaming’s door. But oh! oh no! I was dumbfounded by awe. I was dumbfounded by awe. And you know who put you here And – no! – it couldn’t have been you Yes, the future ain’t that clear But what on earth else is new? I tried to hear yet I never heard Your flippant heart’s filthy word I puzzled long over the wind-up bird The catalyst is addicted to the absurd But oh! oh no! I became addicted to lemon curd I became addicted to lemon curd I tried to feel yet I never felt Your answer to my hunger melt We must deal with the cards we’re dealt And I fell under the catalyst’s spell But oh! oh no! I fell down a well – you’re the catalyst! I fell down a well – you’re the catalyst! And you know who put you here And – no! – it couldn’t have been you Yes, the future ain’t that clear But what on earth else is new?

It’s a shame you chain-smoke because it kills the taste of food. We broke up the rain and it put you in a really good mood (moo). You yawned a whole orchestra and thought of the fat cat in her hat. I drank coffee so tragic like any magic dog would that could do that. But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn. Been sleep walking clear so much – talking is as dear as touch. Even smoking fails as a crutch… searching in the dark depends on luck. I’m scared of myself more than anyone else: 9 pills a day to take off the ed(ge). And at the end of the end no one know what happens because we're dead. But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn. Oblivion obliterated midnight with schmaltz about types of plumbers. The flu-riddled son threw up a chicken that waltzed to random numbers. I’ve been singing with the sinners I’ve been dancing with the dead. I’ve been hiding from the hunters that run inside my head. I’ve been drinking wine since seven. But if we’re sheep in a lorry/then I can’t say I’m a lamb. And when I say that I’m sorry/then sorry is what I am. When I say that I’m sorry/it means that I give a damn.

Victim of law, they spiked her telephone Her past undreamt of, unwritten, unknown The bandit who boasts of his innermost ghost Speaks of forgiveness then proposes a toast: "Please open the door, just name your price We’re barefooted pilgrims; your life is a(d)vice We’ll show you the Queens of Tyras, the banquets of Rome And then the sparrows of Egypt will carry you home For though children change and their gods decay We'll show you tomorrow if you give us today The flight of your tyrant, the night of our soul Will undress the death and swallow it whole Your kings move their lips, they wallow in word Their meaning is stripped and nothing is heard Yes, your hunger is splendid and noble and true But your slaughter of lyres will not herald the new What of the garlands we knitted our daughter? Where are the gardens we fought for and brought her? You're nailing the wrong snake to the stake You're bitten and smitten and cannot escape So, forgive me, forgive me, for my awful sin I woke to your secrets and drunk all your gin The man you crown saviour, I deem a thief While I scream for love, you dream of relief When I doubted my darkness, I sprouted two heads And I lay deep in her heart begging for bread It's you who sells nonsense disguised as the truth Your hundred decisions preside as the proof But your army of infants will abandon your cause Because your rival, your friend will not sign her clause" He knows what we cherish, he knows what we gave You follow her footsteps, he'll spit on your grave

Your movements were married to the most mystical of Mayan music. I plummeted into your groove which proved fiercely human. Our pounding hearts started to make our first date seem so stupid. I felt like Bonaparte when I emailed you my art, but it bounced straight back to Cupid… I’m very lonely, love You are my only love This is no phony bluff But enough of the crony stuff So I’ll say this: fuck me. I saw steepled sequels in your soul’s versed trance. I know I knew what I’d never known before just at first glance. In some ways (on Sundays) it’s fun to die in advance. I swear you’d show me nowhere! We’d go there to dance! I’m very lonely, love You are my only love This is no phony bluff But enough of the crony stuff So I’ll say this: fuck me! When we were eighteen, you said chewing gum is a therapeutic costume. Your breath of breakfast bread became a bitter treat, a shitter perfume. I can picture us now shooting up to talk to God in God’s room. You’re my first favourite future since I fell in love in the womb… Your photograph eyes, my amphetamine we heart it! It’s no surprise that we laughed as parted! You are my homey, love. You really stone me, love. This baloney isn’t holy enough. You know me, you show me love. But I’ll say this: ah, fuck it.

A bird slurred a song of sorrow he borrowed from tomorrow's awe. A cat purred along as she heard the third's absurd swoop and soar. It's half of something squared, a shared laugh, a prayer to time's shore. The chords run towards the sun and climb the stairs to rhyme's door. Nature's law dictates fate creates a gate before you explore the core. And it's a hurricane of cocaine in chains as champagne raindrops pour. But words can't explain the profane bliss of the refrain's sublime score. Picture this volcano where earthly ecstasy loads To return your dreams on a burning stream that flows Into the snow forest where mercy grows like a rose And algebraic angels compose acid odes in a doze, Painting the paradox of a paradise no saint knows Where death has no foes and the hurricane sows The codes of the unknown into celestial rainbows Until the lone saxophone blows and trombone explodes. Hear the harps hum a hymn as the limbs of death shine their light. See the grieving leaves fall from the trees breathe in the night. Now listen to the weeping colours christen the spark of infinity: I found a dark sound on the ground that let me be free. Twilight murmurs a mighty miracle and the midnight fades Into the graveless enclave which brings peace to the old parade. The lullabies crafted by the lava colonnade bake as love shakes The trees which are guardians of the lake where we awake.

With the untameable harp of dream arrested in your palm, You deny the dormant deity’s call for slumberous calm. But it’s there the world awakens in unburdened wonder, Where lover and beloved are nameless without number. Reality blasphemes the future and smokes like it’s the law; Reverie conjures places and faces you’ve never seen before. I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make; I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake. We’re all cracked: crucifix of time, hanging round my neck, I’m born to live and die in this fusion of heavenly heck. We play chess with every breath but the odds are stacked, For all consciousness will meet death or siesta's abstract. Reality is advisable and definable: you’re there or you’re not; Reverie is sizeable and excitable: you forget that you forgot. I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake. Louise, fathomless heart, pirouetting like a children’s globe, We live because there’s time to kill or for the thrill of the strobe. Either we’re shambling without style down the shopping aisle; Or we’re flying through the world as our being utters a smile. Reality is no joke and there’s no cart blanche: each day is as it is; Reveries…colours evoke avalanche of phantasmagoria aura bliss. I know which one I’d choose if the choice were mine to make; I’d rejoice in the music of your voice and I would never wake

Though God knows the ride of time flows slowly, snidely and forever, So it goes that if I chose suicide as my bride, nothing would be severed. I suppose I had to grow up so fast that even I don’t wholly know me, But I dreamt a moment and in my bridled mind a vision presided holy. I observed the mirage of you there, tattooed in secular and unsecular places. Curved figure camouflaged by hair, you grew a vector of inscrutable faces. I fought the desire and felt its beautiful fire melt through my happy veins. It was like I belonged to your scenic song, which purged me of all my pains. Your image said I cooked myself thin but you took my soul as your twin. Your image said salvation is law and horizons widen in beginning of sin. Though in awe I swore I knew just exactly what you meant, All beagle-eyed eternity fried as the future of love became its present. Back then our limbs did the talking as we let the longing win. Your fingers were a cabaret and how our unrepentant souls did begin to sing.

It’s easy to translate a broken heart into art; I should know, I’ve hated myself from the start. Now I’m paranoid about everything from schizophrenic spliffs to what ifs to Cupid’s dart. She walks & talks mad like a phoenix; that don’t make it brick but it makes me glad to be sick. And now waterfalls of tears recall the snakebite while arrears are politely signed in blood running thick. I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. The skies are perfectly sad tonight & each soppy star is a secret cherub stud designed just for you. The sun is a photograph of the humming moon’s dance around the globe and its Oxygen zoo. Promises aren’t made to be broken, so relish the rain like a pained painter in a robe on the job. Your library eyes spin tales of youth, but my solitary confinement mind fails the truth of the mob. I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. I feel to finger the linguist, yet my celibacy lingers on a single thing a touch too long. Epileptic triggers may extinguish the English but stay strong & belong to the crutch of song. Lord, I was a sinner until I felt the mascara of angel dust so strange on her window flesh. Now I vow to begin again; I’m not morose but I want to doze to a dose of the gross afresh. I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. I want to feel alive and twenty-five and drive and survive and arrive at midnight’s design. I want to fail to recall word, I want a tail like a small bird – yeah, I want what isn’t mine. Someday somewhere, sometime someone somehow will do something so happy. And we’ll spend all day enjoying it, but I’ll never forget how you both trapped me. I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try. First you were a churlish magazine cover - ah! but then you were an orphaned girl. Now you are the private pearls of another, now your kindness cannot unfurl. My tongue curled too; the sun begun to numb me so much I could’ve hurled. This is twisted. This is twirled. The existence you hold is a spaghetti igloo world. I will always remember you, but I love to get lost within the why. You realise there is no meaning but that which we ascribe when we try.

There’s a solemn prayer that the sparrows recite. The wind whispers it carefully where Winter’s sole witness is night. It’s hard to render in words, that which are finite. It’s an account of the earth's surrender to dark until dark emerges light! I didn’t think you’d plummet into the summit of majesty. I felt you fall in love with me, tonguing me easy and happy in the marquee. My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery. If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight. The next day, I drink from the chalice of youth so deep. On the brink of discovering the calloused truth, I drift into the seer of sleep! I lift you up it's exultant reverie & I’m so lucid that I leap! You’re the same woman I fell in love with, and I’m so happy I could weep! Now I perceive the grieving angels in the leaves travelled blind. How cruel destiny can be to some and to others how kindly it aligns. My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery! If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight! The truth is disguised there coated in lies as soon as you rise. They tortured me in the orchard; I cry until my soul and body dries. You smoked my heart, you woke my art, the start is done. I always wondered if you were the one, the sum of sums, the one next to none. The sun rises and I realise we were simultaneously old yet young. God knows what the rest will become, their destinies unsung, ours too yet to come. My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery! If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight!