Quite recently, or perhaps sometime soon (I can never recall exactly the correct directional flow of time, in the same way as just telling me to GO EAST leaves me confused as to whether I should turn left or right or some other direction betwext), I was/will be contracted by the government/a private contractor to investigate/instigate an anomaly upon the moon. This album tells/will tell the tale/told of this extraordinary event/apocalyptic horror, both in the dimension of musical sounds and, in an unauthorised account by an understanding bystander, the written word (with 11 original illustrations and a postcard).
Yours in shock,
PS: The accompanying pamphlet also contains highly accurate lyrical transcriptions; a chronicle of further adventures (never musically acknowledged); extracts from my fortnightly job search diary; 2 recipes; 3 interviews; 4 spelling mistakes; and several mysterious holes.
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ships out within 2 days
felt feet finally find firm floor
time stops in the space elevator
legs land loosely, land-locked at last
seconds turn into hours when thrusters blast
heart heaves haltingly, hurts like hell
but levels out and all is well
brain begins to bloom, back to basics
arrival quicker than any spaceship
switch should switch, shields should shrink
but nothing happens, locks won't unlink
capsule can't cope with a confident kick
doors shriek open and I step out quick
the smoke blows away to reveal a hole. a hole that I installed.
from here I can descend below, to the sub-lunar halls.
if I am right - and I AM right - this is where I'll find
the source of all this mystic mist, and interrogate his mind.